When the time passes towards the night,
It is time to set everything straight.
It is time to log in and work,
Time to put on a fake smirk.
I have to speak to clients on the phone.
Treating their problems as my own.
It feels like the night is pulling me to oblivion,
Sometimes it all feels like an illusion.
I feel like a night owl that doesn’t know other sounds,
It feels like I’m lost in a gigantic abyss.
I can’t even cry about it as I need to speak,
My heart inside me always has that sad squeak.
I cannot keep these emotions no matter how much I try,
Sometimes in the night, I want to hug someone and cry.
Every night I work it makes me more depressed,
I have lost interest in things that make me excited.
Mentally, I’m dead and physically tired,
Trying to keep it together, emotionally I’m drained.
Penfluky 