Work
you demand from me
a small piece of me
each and every day.
once we were introduced,
I couldn't stop giving.
you are the center of my attention.
you are the sun that comes up in the morning:
big, bright, and beautiful.
you are the voice in my head saying:
keep going, be better, be perfect.
you are the dates on my calendar:
nothing but mundane,
ever-present lists,
that only serve to put pressure
on my shoulders.
This poem is about:
Me
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