Burden her

Her patience wears thin — upon her? Shoulder.

You deal with the moment now — as opposed to the? Situation.

Your frown lays there — permanently. You’ve forgotten how to? Smile.

You resemble a state of constant agony — can you feel it? Nagging.

Where is your sense of longing? Is your motivation? No more.

Where is your sense of purpose. Has it got lost in? The past.

Where is this all headed? You ask?