i live my life with focus and intent
to do the best i can
productivity is my drive
but i don't know who i am

inside, i am broken
but i pretend that i am god
i pretend that i have potential
and that is my facade

my skin bleeds red like any other
but i never learned to love
the most basic component of humanity
i haven't ever touched

never at rest, mind always thinking
my own body betrays me
it tells me i am never enough
it tells me i am unworthy

so i'll put on the mask and open the door
i'll pretend that i can do it all
work and work until i can no longer breathe
until i begin to fall