Poetically Flustered

I can do this, all alone

I hope for a break
If only for my sake
To distance myself from the fake

I can't see it happening
Which I find so baffling
I'll continue on barely grappling

As though there's nothing wrong
Watch the birds, singing their song
While I writhe in pain for so long

I am strong enough on my own
Smart enough not to postpone
I can do this, all alone