Dissent

Its not that I feel weighted down.
Its just that the sheer effort of trying
and seeing things fall through, just not being good enough

Is killing my spirit

I can't say that I know how much of my spirit is left
I would actually like to save it; if just so all the past efforts can be worth it.

I'm just tired.

I see no amount of rest to revive me
Most times its just to pretend that this isn't the case
That this very minute means something
That I have a purpose that is capable of succeeding in my hands
The truth is that I barely believe myself
And if I don't believe, then I can't make anyone else believe in me?
And if that's the case then maybe its time to really fall and see what that's like
I just don't know how everybody else does it
Maybe they have a fix.
Maybe that's what I need.
But honestly, I couldn't stand to look at myself if I couldn't live up to my own expectations
And that's the truth of it all.

The Analytical Dreamer