Tired Poem by Charlie Jackson

Tired



I'm tired.
Tired of the stuff that goes on.
What happened to the dawn.
What happened to the sadness being gone.
I'm tired of the stress.
How we have to dress.
Why do they press me to be more.
I'm just tired.

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