Fatigue Poem by Ella Lazaare

I sleep while awake and darkly brooding
Pondering the latest shooting
Asked 'What are you doing? '
Respond with a sigh and a glare

I go through my day tired as always
Watching, waiting, always observing
Always staring until I find it unnerving
Then shuffling on away

They don't really see me, as far as I know
Off in their own worlds where anything goes
That's fine by me because I turn up my nose
At the thought of associating with drivel

Quietly descending, down the stairs
I hear a certain something and the hairs
On the back of my neck stand straight in the air
I finally feel fear again

As the light leaves me and I lay bleeding
I smile to myself, for I am cheating
I'm escaping this life that is so fleeting
And at last doing something real