You Turn 25

Stuck in the middle

It no longer helps
Late-night talks, anything after dark,
Small fun things feel like grains of sand slipping through time.

Asking oneself, “What the hell am I doing with this life?” is a rock solid thought in mind.

The struggle seems relentless, merciless 

Do not have too much fun, its “the time”

Unhappy with the job—
“At least you have a job,” they say.

I hate my partner; they piss me off—
“At least you have someone to piss you off,” they say.

Days and nights blur together.

Having things and not having them feel the same.

When will we move past this stage?
When will we find solace?

Parents are aging; I must care for them.
How can I care for them
When I can’t care for the person in the mirror?

Life is hard, life is pain,
Life is a struggle lost in vain.

Amid motivational speakers:
“No life is what you make it.
Give yourself a chance.
Sleep less, work more.
Stay aloof.
Don’t reveal your next move.”

I’ve turned 25; I’m not special,
Just someone with cliché needs.
Eat what I like, don’t check the price,
Get them what they like,
Live this life.

It doesn’t get easier; it’s somewhat hard.
Scrolling through job sites,
Applying to jobs… hit, hit, and hit once more.

I got the job… it doesn’t satisfy me.
“At least you have a job,” another says, just like me.