Sideline

On god, I need to get this off my chest

I’m not that happy

My life isn’t where I thought I’d be

Some days I try to accept it

Other days I cry myself to sleep

Oh Lord, why do you ask so much of me

Like why can’t I just be this bum

Who does nothing but begs on the street

I’m working hard I promise

But it’s like I’m not even making a dent

Most days I’m tired but I keep going

Emotionally, mentally, and spiritually spent

When will I rest?

Is this the test?

Do you not think I’m giving my best?

I need a sign

Better yet, a manual

On how to get off the sideline