one more day to hold on
One more day to act like a human,
To do the work and smile,
To show the world I have a tiny bit
Of control in a place that has none.
I have real issues with control and I’ve always felt like I don’t have a lot of say over my life. I’ve always thought that other people will exercise their power over me and I just have to bend to their every whim.
I guess that’s probably why I love my home, because it’s my space and nobody can hurt me here. And when I run, it’s just the sound of my feet on the pavement and the breath in my lungs. Nobody is telling me I can’t do it; that’s up to me to decide.
I also think that’s probably why I get so exhausted at work, because it’s very tiring to constantly worry that everyone wants to get you fired or to get you in trouble with the police.
I know that it sounds crazy to most people, but I hope that there are a few people that read this that understand that horrible feeling of free falling and not having the ability to even grab onto something.