I'm Tired Poem by Mc Dean Navarette

I'm tired, tired of doing things so hard
Better throw me in the farthest graveyard.
Much better to be eaten by scavengers, buzzard!
Than showing myself to you like a diehard.

I'm tired. I feel like a fart.
People turns away from apart.
It really breaks my wounded heart—
Never been appreciated like an abstract art.

I'm tired. Searching place where I belong
Don't know what things I do wrong,
Always with the odds everytime I go along
To other places just to make myself strong.

I'm tired of REJECTIONS.
Don't know where to take some actions;
Tired of listening to those condemnations—
Even those deafining discriminations.

I'm tired dealing with people,
Crushing me like a battling beetle:
Melting me like a piece of a candle—
Crying silently when you try to kindle,

How many times do I have to say, 'please'?
Just to share my hurts and let this pain ease
Do I have to take your precious time for lease?
Or to do nothing but to make a full blast cease?

I'm tired, want to have a last ride
To a place where I want to hide.
Shadow covers me as I denied;
Im tired, wishing myself, 'I'm died.'