Workaholic and ambitious⏤
two words that define me.
For success I've become vicious,
Letting my health slip carelessly.

My ambition whispers, 'Keep going.'
And my body shouts, 'Stop.'
But resetting to zero? That's never an option:
Focus, hustle, keep going⏤no deviation.

I'm in my mid-twenties,
So how could you ask me to take a pause?
I can't... I can't just lose these opportunities,
I was finally good at hiding my flaws.

I've come too far,
worked too hard,
chasing a star,
only to end up scarred.

Ambition wrapped tighter and cold,
t

he soft whisper turned chokehold,
I still persist because I am strong,
I've planned this success all lifelong...

Yet, in the end,
you ruined it...
I ruined it.