I do only half of my capacity but I love to think I do my best.  Reality does not check in. As a result I did not accomplish what I had planned. I was sad for a moment, but I did not have more time for it. So I lied to myself and them. I did not actually lie, I just did not tell them the truth.  There are no victims in my lie.

  My Iron Lungs hurt and I coincidentally watch Dark Season Two. They say I work in the court now, but I am anxious instead of happy. They pay me to feel better, but It was Placebo. I am a perfect patient.  It does not matter, because It was originally about new dishwasher.  Skincare does not work either. I can see the aging. 

But I am still here.