I feel suffocated here.
Smothered by the daily effort of pretense.
Stifled by the other Me that is not me,
but who I need to protect me
from the eyes and the lies that surround.
I feel choked here.
Gagged by the hypocrisy I'm forced to endure.
Trapped in a web of ulterior motives,
but never motivated,
Drained of any remaining passion
for this thing they call ambition.