Everything is

always too much

the circumstances,

me,

my needs,

your demands

the pressure

to create a balance,

then I am immobile,

rigid and tired

bored and overwhelmed,

at the same time,

from the life I have created for myself.

The one I thought would work.

Then I want to get out of this old garment,

but I’m afraid of tearing it in an attempt to free myself,

because everything will be torn apart again

and at some point,

you can’t sew it anymore