I'm tired of being pushed around
Tired of being frustrated
So tired of being nice
And tired of being confused
To look out and feel as
though nothing in this
world can fix this feeling
I myself do not know
So many times have I
blown things off
and said everything
is ok.
Like a cup that's full
to the rim, but yet
not over-flowing;
I can't hold in anymore.
No more can I do this
wipe away the tears from
my eyes. They just come now,
falling down my face.
This box I'm in
keeps closing and its
letting in no air. I gasp
but there's no use; my soul is
slowly going.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem on what life people can do to ones emotions and strength.