Suspended Animation

I'm on autopilot, just going through the motion
I'm alive, but in suspended animation
I'm not present, I'm lost in contemplation
I feel so small, I've lost all sense of proportion


There's no real problem, just my warped perception
What's wrong perhaps is my misguided interpretation
All stemming from an unrealistic expectation
But I can't free myself from this unhealthy obsession


No dearth of advice, each with good intention
I hear everything, nothing elicits any reaction
Disappointed, they accuse me of procrastination
They never understood my consternation
This nemesis of mine is my own creation
I'm stuck in suspended animation...


P.S
I've been told that the rhyme is a constraint but I think I've used whatever space I could within it to put across the idea.