I am tired.
Of the pencils I line,
In pretty little rows
Of papers I spend,
Hours of time working on
Of nights I spend,
Working on something
I am tired.
Of the makeup I apply,
To look like I wear none
Of the way I tend to my hair,
Wash, condition, dry, brush
Of clothes I pick out the night,
Before so I have more time tomorrow
I am tired.
Of the way my speech shifts,
From friends to teachers
Of how I must remember not to,
Swing my arms too wide when walking
Of having to hide my smiles,
When I dream I am somewhere else
I am tired.
Of the negative thoughts protruding,
My mind constantly without end
Of the negative thoughts others,
May think of me as I speak
Of having to worry about,
All of this when I would rather not
I am tired.
Of going home and regretting,
Everything I did wrong
Of going home and regretting,
Everything I said wrong
Of going home and regretting,
Being wrong
I am tired.
Of these constant fake smiles,
They are easily seen through
Of the constant things people say,
That I really do not care about
Of these people who think they,
Are special
I am tired.
Of the ones who,
Can pull it off
Of the ones who,
Look perfect
Of the ones who,
Talk perfect
Of the ones who,
Act perfect
Of the ones who,
Are perfect
I am tired.
Of not being perfect