Every morning when I awaken
I go to the bathroom
Shave in the mirror
Brush my teeth
And think, this is not my life
But as I look in the mirror again
I see the baggage
The physical and mental pain
All my lost dreams
And realize this is my life, my house and my home for the last eighteen years.
And I want to cry but, I won't give her the satisfaction.
Short and sad.
Carrying on with our daily activities, first the indifference, and then suddenly realizing that this is how we are living, something we never dreamt of when we were kids, and then the feeling of helpless for not being able to make it better - so so suffocating.
But I believe we all can still do something to make it even a little better, no matter which stage of life we are in.
I loved this poem, simple but full to the brim.