I go on with my day, to prove myself.

This is a task I must complete.

But sometimes I slack, sometimes I forget.

It’s worse than before.

My head’s like cement, too heavy to life.

I tried for a bit. But now I’ll stay in the cement,

Crumbling in my bed.

There’s a task I must complete, but I can’t seem to remember.

But I sit up.

And after a while, I stand.

And I’ll stagger to the bathroom mirror, looking into it.

Matted hair, pale skin, chapped lips.

My arm is asleep just like all those years.

Who are you?