Crashing

I feel overwhelmed. Like elephants treading lightly on my shoulder and crushing me like mountains do. I'm sad at the thought of losing things faster than i find them. I'm scared of the mirror that shows my true face, one of cowardice and  regret, a beautiful fall from grace. Disappointment that deadlines are lines carved in time restricting me to desperate thought, consuming my mind and etching themselves like acid. I feel trapped by expectation as it corners me  and forces me into action with its iron fist it has kindly named society. I'm tired whether from lack of sleep or the fact that my mind doesn't shut off once my eyes close. Wishing i could sit on a hill somewhere and stare at stars but here there's too much clutter for me to see clearly and one day isn't enough to clear the room that i've become...