Tired

Of not knowing…

Of hurting…

Of being…

Of struggling to be…

Something that takes so much from me.

Holding up the world with small hands.

Fumbling to keep my balance,

While the axis of my existence tilts a little to the left.

Do they know who I am?

Am I a rock to them?

Can I let it all go?

Can I show them my hurt?

Or will they run away when they see that I am not what I pretend to be?

I am so tired.

Of not knowing.

Of hurting.

Of being.

Reviews

[Alicia_Skye]

Brilliant, I like how you've listed of all that you're tired of, and then in the middle, pondered & explained on them.