new bohemia

September 22, 2015

I’m not your expectations. I can’t fit into your corporate square. I’m too complicated. I’m two people. I’m what I was and what I am. I am so suffocated. I can’t spell. I can’t speak when I’m nervous. I’m too scared to let you down. I’m too brave to not try. I don’t want to care.

One more pay cheque. One more year. One more goal. One more day of pretending to be your square, but I don’t fit. I will never fit. One more breath. One more thought. When will they find out I’m just a fraud?

All the ted talks, dale carnegie and designations in the world won’t make me be enough. I’m not this.

If I could I would. Instead I put on lip stick and a blazer. I try to laugh it off. I try to wake up.