I'm tired of being that thing
that you dispise.
I'm tired of being loved by everyone
but you.
I'm tired of forgiving, forgetting
and getting over,
Of excusing your abusing.
I'm tired of being clawed at,
snapped at, glared at and
spat at.
I'm tired of giving in,
going back, trying hard.
I'm tired of trying to be better,
tying to speak right,
trying to think like i should
and doing what you want.
I'm tired of smiling with tears.
Two long years.
Lived through ALL my fears.
Nothing left to lose.
Tired of the abuse.
Good for you Israh, no one should have to take abuse from someone who professes to love them, never mind anyone else. Stand up and walk, no matter how tired you are, you will find energy with every step. Good Poem, nicely flowing too. Tai
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there is so much hurt in all your poems israh! god has been very nice to me, i totally feel the pain inspite of it. get up and walk dear no woman should ever go through all this! woman are strong we give birth we make a individual instill in them virtues and principals and yet, we are the ones abused all the time. GET UP AND WALK!