Worn Out

Mirror on the wall shalt tell no lies,

For the truth shall be foretold.

What you see in my eyes,

“Your anxiety must be controlled.”

Mind full of dread,

Hallucinations everywhere.

I may seem alright, I may seem sane, but I can’t get it out of my head,

I can lie and fool myself, but what makes you think it will be me it spares?

I am tired, so tired of this.

Working day by day purposefully,

For just those never-ending deadlines in this pit deep abyss,

I just want to close my eyes and sleep peacefully.

But thoughts clouded, emptiness filled,

Insomnia grips as I fall to slumber.

Any minute the water would be spilled,

When that happens, my emotions would be outnumbered. 

O’ God please save me, 

I don’t want to feel this way.

Give me this one last glee,

No matter what it costs, I shall obey.

“Wake up! Wake up! Hey!”

I awoke and glanced at my friend beaming with joy.

“Cmon, the bell has rang, are you going to stay?”

It was all just a nightmare in the end. Oh boy.