Yes, it's stressful, and
sometimes I'll look at
my schedule and
just want to curl
up and cry,
rather than to
bid Goodbye to
calm again.

Yes, it's harmful, and
at points during
the day I almost
pray I'll pass out
or shout and
get carted away,
rather than carve
our yet another essay.

Yes, it's painful, and
sometimes I'll panic
and shake
and search for a
way to wake up from
this nightmare,
rather than play
once more the sleepwalker.

Or look for an exit that leads to

Anywhere
Anything
Anyone

But nothing here
I've tainted everything
near.
This World,
so torn,
I've won.

No, it's never fun.