to be or not to be

They have me sitting under a microscope watching my every move. Just waiting for me to mess up. My brain has been dissected multiple times. Thoughts pour into me. Everything is mixed in my mind. I don't know which thoughts are my own, or what thoughts have been influenced by others. My emotions are strained and being pulled from every pore. 

I am tired.  And I am unbearably sick of it. 

always,

kara