running

I’m smarter, more successful

Also sadder, more stressful

suffocating

Pit fever burning

waiting and yearning

Stomach dropped nerves

no straight lines

it‘s all curves

taking me at breakneck speed

I should be on top of the world

but I’m chasms deep

high pressure

high stakes

low faith

another mistake

time ticking to the dead line

my brain screaming it’s not fine

guilt sits, Atlas shrugged

anger burns, anxiety runs