Listening to - "Dirt Road Blues" Bob Dylan

I sleep dreamlessly, but I wake up tired.
I despise being judged, and yet I constantly judge.
I open my eyes, but still I can't - or won't - see.
I wish I could miss who I should, but I refuse to show such a weakness.
I want to tell my heart that it's not allowedto do this to me.
I tell myself I am in control, even while I teeter on the edge.
I try to act like myself, all the while covering myself in disguises so no one will ever know.
I wish away the days, weeks, months, and then get scared about running out of time.