It is what it is.

Today...made me mean.

My floor is black and glitter
My rented walls are plain white
My family has gone sailing
Off, along with the night.
I should REALLY be sleeping
Eating, and thinking too
But all energy escapes me,
There's just too much to do.
I battle on the daily
With my twisted mirror face
I've been entered, and I'm running...

But I long to quit this race.