Not So Simple

It might be to you,
but to me it's not my job.
It's my life,
and that's the problem.
You may have a simple answer
but it's not simple to me,
because in telling them,
it's ripping out me.
In ripping out me,
the hole grows bigger,
and hoards of monsters
--bigger, worse--
wring their way through,
gnawing from the inside out.

That's when I crash.