I don’t hate you.
I get what you are trying to tell me.
I don’t want to hear it.
I get on that train, and a part of me dies.
I go to those meetings, and a part of me dies.
I get that promotion, and a part of me dies.
I sold my soul to the highest bidder.
That I put my dream on hold.
That inside I am a little lost.
I am ticking boxes.
Not doing what makes me tick.
And you remind me every Monday morning.
Monday, you tell me the truth.
Have your best day?