Life throws everything
I keep pushing it back
it slips down my throat
like the pills my mom thinks I should have kept taking
routine is all we are.
routine keeps us unified.
silent.

routine makes me sick every morning
it doesn't let me off the hook
the game of life doesn't pause when I cry

even though I crossed over a bunch of times by now, I can only conjure up a few times it really hit me .
I get hit by the realization that I am living someone else's life

from time to time I stare at all of you
I like to do a little research
to see how a bunch of you make it through
I never know what to look for

I can see the cracks on your beautiful face
we look alike
you seem tired
I feel tired too
It doesn't show as much

I have more aging to do
I guess we both gotta grow up