Burnout 14 - Poem by Moses Samandar
I am deeply depressed
Confusion, hardwork, maximising brain power.
What to do, express it, sure...
My light has burnt out or dimmed
I can't forego the stress of no results for significant pressure.
Some things help but not as much as it perhaps should.
Cut the melon, fresh, start again after burn out, but however long will it last.
I am not a machine, I am 26 no longer 19, leaving my peak ages.
I smell fatigue.
Despite all my hard work making a difference, it is very tireing.
In the ocean, I swim, looking for ways to educate the self.
Contradicted as I achieve, insulted as I achieve,7 hours of hard work a day being insulted because I have my freedom of 9 to 5
Y'know what, actually, push off and I'll do what I want you jealous loser. Or so I say to my mom.
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