How Was Your Day?

Another day a crisis fixed,
A dozen more to go.
By the time they’re all resolved,
Two dozen more I know.

I run and run and work and swear,
The problems multiply.
Some days I want to rage or drink,
Some days just want to cry.

I know we’re all in this same boat,
Some problems worse than mine.
But no matter how hard I try.
l can’t pretend I’m fine.

When someone asks me how I am,
l smile and I lie.
l want so bad to tell the truth,
But don’t, just smile and sigh.

l’ve had my fill, all I can take,
l’m drowning in this mess.
They say it makes you stronger but.
I’m dying of this stress.

Cheers, Winston