It's not the work
the brain goes hocus pocus
after 30 minutes focus
it's the pain inside
filling my mind
every fiber aches
each muscle begs
to give up.
it's not the work,
it's the hours of tape
on rewind
the movie playing in my mind
louder than the brights
you see on long nights
it's not the work,
It's the pain I can't shake
the needles inside
the fog in my mind
the ache i can't shake.
it's not the work,
free me
from this pressure
the failure
the not-being-good-enough.
it's not the work,
I would if I could
I have dreams too
i want more
but it's not the work
that keeps me inside
not the work
from which I hide
it's the pain inside,
the pain you can't see,
the claws under my skin
the pain i feel within
it's not the work.