Hollow

I feel hollow.
A traitor within my own skin.

I’m angry.
I’m sad.
I’m not where I want to be.

What I want,
What I can,
What I do,
Three different steps.

There’s a disconnect.
Houston, we have a problem.

The perfectionist is killing my ideals.
The patient is killing my stride.

Everything,
Anything,
All of it on zero.

I feel hollow.
I feel weak.