Im Tired. - Poem by Desiree Winters
Tired of the hurt and the pain.
I'm tired of you people not treating me the same.
If for any reason I'm hurting I have to be the one to blame.
It's my fault. I did it. I'm wrong.
I won't be able to take this for too long.
Every morning I hesitantly walk in here.
By the end of the day I've shed at least one tear.
I stare around and wonder why.
Why is it different for the other girls and guys?
I don't bother anyone, I stay to myself.
The only time I talk is when talked to, or for help.
My eyes are watering and my head is pounding.
The high stress alarms are sounding.
Im so overwhelmed and so under noticed.
Ive already told you and my body language shows this.
But you don't care, its not you.
Im just a shipmate, not your family, lover or boo.
When will it begin to matter how I feel?
Is it not until I say that I am going to do drugs, steal and kill?
Look at my hurt, look at my pain.
I feel as though Im going insane.
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