Happy?

poem of self doubt, bordering on despair

We fool ourselves so many ways
truth contrived by false memories
survival comes naturally

Soul is screaming, You are Losing ME!
malicious thoughts bombarding
status quo- no longer rewarding

Gripped by frantic feelings
pieces of me I find missing
discarded in order to keep moving

Living an existence reduced to
mindless completion of menial tasks
lucky to get a snack and some gas

Introspection now is dangerous
as self depreciation waits, crouched,
to convince me….
I am truly… Nobody….