I was asleep but the thought of waking up
makes my heart heavy, my body aches.
Getting up becomes my hardest routine.
With a long thought I finally,
Picked up myself to get out of the bed.
Looking at the mirror fixing,
my new masked to wear.
Walking down the street
On my way to work.
Convincing myself that,
this day will shall too past.
Sitting at the back of the bus,
looking outside with my earphone on.
Thinking what did I do wrong
Why it seems like everything is not working.
The way I want it to be.
