I'm sick and tired of being trained
To only love the things you’ve stained
I'm sick and tired of leaving behind
Little pieces of me which you’ll find
I’m sick and tired of faking my smiles
And wishing for the pain to go away for awhile
I’m sick and tired of listening to the rain
And counting each pill I take for my pain
I’m sick and tired of grouping for life
When all I want to do is end this strife
I’m sick and tired of loving you
Only to have you say “love ain’t true”
i can sence your frustration and the tention and hurt you have in this poem. excellent. well done. great job girl. keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
top to bottom a great piece. i like the way it flows, not just how it rhymes but the way it all comes together. nice work