“You look like you have it all together”
Why, because I look successful? Look happy? Look like I know what the hell I am doing?
Don’t you know that looks can be deceiving?
Don’t you know that I awoke at 3am in a crying fit?
Struggling for breath in between contractions of loneliness.
Don’t you know that every day is a series of distractions from the question,
“What is the point of all this?”
I have it as much together as the next person.
Not one bloody bit.