There is a ticking clock in the back of my mind,
taking away my peace,
pushing me to strive.
Piling expectations to exceed,
and messages to read.
Sometimes, I feel I am a puppet,
getting pulled by threads.
But even when I stretch and stretch,
the pile still remains,
mocking me with its presence,
reminding me of my mistakes.
Oh, I know what you must say,
build better boundaries.
But boundaries can keep other people out,
how will they keep me in?