Dying inside

This is a poem that reflects my current state of mind.

Dying inside

The weight of the world on my shoulders
The weight of the world on my mind
The truth hidden in plain sight
As I slowly start dying inside

Sensations of youth begin to resurface
Sensations I spent my latter years denying
Irrational thoughts get the better of me
And I slowly start dying inside

Years of stern resistance
The ego, forbidding me
All those years so simply undone
The embarrassing weakness for all to see

I can almost sense the disappointment
From the face staring me down
The timing was yet again impeccable
This is not the place I wanted to be right now

So many questions, thoughts, unknowns and fears
Constantly plaguing my mind
No rest for the wicked
As I slowly start dying inside