They ask
Why the smallest things set me off.
One cross word.
Or one correction.
Well the truth is that it's not that one thing.
Not that one word.
Or that one look.
It's the giant thing that you can't even see.
That you can't feel sitting on your shoulders.
That's because I'm the only one who can.
Who has to.
The feeling.
The thoughts.
And the emotions.
That are all telling me to quit.
That it's not worth it anymore.
My body is tired.
My mind is exhausted.
And the longer I hear and feel this.
The more
I begin to believe it.
