TiredA Poem by ShappireRose
I'm tired of this world beating me
Tired of being everyone's punching bag Tired of crying my eyes out till the life has left them Tired of the yelling I'm tired of trying Tired of having my flaws and mistakes thrown in my face as if they don't haunt my every move Tired of knowing I am not good enough Tired of knowing I will never be good enough I'm tired of waiting Tired of wondering if it does get better Tired of people trying to claim my body When was it ever anyone's but mine. I'm tired of Fighting Tired of waking up and pretending Tired of asking why Tired of having no one understand the mental illness I cannot fight alone. I'm tired of my house mates not getting I'm not like them Tired of them not realizing I will never be what they want Tired of not having a home or family to call my own Tired of getting close to anyone in fear that they may hurt Tired of not having the power to change what's occurring I'm tired of being alone Tired of trying to be better when nothing comes of it Tired of the self hating I'm tired of life Tired of watching it all burn around me Tired of feeling weak and worthless But most of all I'm tired of living Tired of living in a world were my actions, words, and body can never be mine Tired of world were Mental illness is not "real" Tired of a world were those who suffer suffer in silence. Tired of a world were a woman's body is not her's Tired of a world were a 16 yr old can be pregnant but god forbid she be a lesbian Tired of a living in a world were parents disown their son for being gay Tired of a world were words like f****t and gay get toss like a coin into a wishing well I'm tired for those who keep fighting Tired of the worry Tired of the sickness Tired of society Who are you to decide is a person is good enough Who are you to leave a child when they need you Who are you to tell a woman what she can do with her body I am tired of being choices Nobody No one deserves to feel this tired.
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Added on October 28, 2013 Last Updated on October 28, 2013 AuthorShappireRoseAboutI grew up with a crappy background and it made me stronger..writing is how i handle the memories and usually write about things that happened to me or some one i knew. im a friend for life and will h.. more..Writing
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