Disillusioned, dull and dreary— I’m afraid I’ve lost my shine. Something in me’s crumpled on the floor. It’s all-consuming, virulent, rife with Lethargy Lurching stomach, hollow motions Unending parade of trite responsibilities. Screams that never pass my throat Insistent duties queueing up Origami folds that crease me into shapes I Never Meant to be. Even if I could unfold myself, No amount of pressing could erase These lines.