I just wrote this poem to vent some stress, and to remind myself about what matters most. Sure, it needs editing, but here goes:

My thoughts can be so critical
of the people around me.

My thoughts can be so critical
of the insecurity and incompetency in me.

But I just want to be,
and I want you near me.

How do they balance tasks and productivity?
Success and vulnerability?

The dissonance is paralyzing.
Persistence against resistance.
Organization, but no condemnation.

But that’s not how it’s meant to be.
I just want to be,
and I want you near me.