Why is it that a peek into the past
Gleans direction and goals so fast?

But the memories scatter and fizzle out
As they wilt into the present full of doubt

My brain tells me
That I am lazy
To which I respond
I am trying my best

Your best isn't good enough
It says back
It's your best too
Is all I can come up with

We have to do this
I tell my brain, frantic
I'm too overwhelmed
It replies

It will only get worse
I plead
My brain doesn't respond
I lay in my bed

My brain shows me
Painful images
I don't want to see those
I cry, begging them to go away

We have to do this
It says matter of factly
I do not respond with words
Only sobs