Belong

Work hard. 

Sacrifice. 

Be consistent. 

Ideals revolve around them. 

"You'll make it, alright. 

I trust you. Keep going. Don't stop." 

DON'T STOP.

Why? 

"I've followed those ideals for long, 

Earned enough, 

To have a break. 

To be human. 

To enjoy.

Tell me something, 

I've always followed the so-called 'conduct', 

Then what went wrong? 

All those sacrifices, 

This constant eyrie of anxiety. 

Guilt;

every second passing by. 

I lent my happiness to them. 

All they gave me was anxiety enhanced. 

I tried taking that happiness elsewhere; 

Alas! it was too late. 

As the needle strikes 12 on the gong, 

My subconscious wonders, 

Where I belong.