They love when I sparkle, brainstorm at speed
But hate when I wander or question the need

Love me ambitious, relentless, obsessed
But the second I spiral, I’m told to suppress

They need my obsession but only if neat
Wrapped up in deadlines, tied up with receipts

They frame my survival like it’s some success
Resilience porn with no interest in stress

They cheer when I “bounce back” from burning alive
Ignoring the part where I barely survived

I want to do all of it, all at once, now
They love me for burning, they hate when I drown
They feed on my peaks, but the second I crash
I’m faulty, defective, not built for the task

But the truth they can’t swallow, the part they won’t say
Is they built the whole system to function this way
They love me unstable, I’m easier to steer
They profit from chaos, then pathologies fear