the things i traded
for a supposedly ‘dream job‘
are getting bigger , heavier
they laid on top of me while i sleep
reminded me why i was here in the first place
that i got stressed, angry, numb and boring
working for the wrong jobs,
pleasing the wrong people
i wanna stop caring for the wrong things
but what if they matter to the people i love.
t.l.
stop overthinking and just do your fucking job.
Tsunami of Words 