Tired

Tired

A Poem by Just Brooke

I'm tired of my mom being sick
I'm tired of the doctors getting it wrong
Tired of walking on glass
so that I don't step on a crack in the pavement
and hurt my mother
tired of my siblings creating the cracks
and bringing her into depression
so that I have more cracks to avoid
tired of my sister staying with her jerk boyfriend
and saying its because she has no self-esteem
cuz dad didn't love us enough
when he gave us everything we could want
tired of people complaining about their weight
and then taking more than a sliver of cake
tired of shallow people
tired of my best friend sleeping with all my exes
tired of people talking about abortion
like its just a debate on weather fords or chevys run better
Tired of people saying its for the best
that baby could have grown to be a serial killer
yeah well what if he became the doctor
that found the cure for aids?
Tired of people complaining about world hunger,
and saying lives need to be saved
and yet over a million babies are killed
 before getting a chance at breathing
tired of people wishing they could look like the stars
when the stars are made of plastic
tired of people complaining about the president they voted for
tired of kids smoking pot and disobeying their parents
 and then complaining when they get punished
tired of keeping my f*****g mouth shut
every time you put me down
These scars are from every time
you made me feel like less of a person
and I'm not gonna hide them anymore
Maybe people should see what you've done to me
God damn it
 I'm tired of you talking about Jim Jones
 and Charles Manson
 and Hitler
 Are you gonna do anything about it?
Are you gonna pray about it?
No then just shut up!
I'm sorry that I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I love you
and believe me if I could be perfect
 I would be
and if I could not love you
 I would hate your guts like
 I hate that stupid ten minute parking sign
outside the DMV always getting me tickets
If I could Change who I am I think I would,
 not to prove anything, but just to be a better person,
 I think everyone would change something.
 But you know what it doesn't help
for you to tell me all my flaws.
 I've lived 17 years with them,
I think I know them better than you.

© 2011 Just Brooke


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Added on April 3, 2011
Last Updated on April 3, 2011