6am

Six in the morning the house is at rest
But the way my mind works is that it stays at unrest
Actively turning the cogs in my mind
Everything I loathe in me is all I seem to find
There's a heavy presence that won't leave my side
A suffocating burden staying along for the ride
I put on a smile and I give my best performance
For those that love me since they are my audience
I am a façade of everything I wish I was
Try as I might but that's only because
I reek of failure and I cannot wash it off
Self confidence has plummeted
That's why I am too soft

Author's Note

Ignore grammar, I had to type this on my phone lol