Tired
When somebody asks if I'm feeling okay
I say that I'm tired, and that's all that I say
But tired is not what I actually feel
I cover those feelings, which are actually real.
T
The Trials that drive me insane
The Turmoil that always comes with disdain.
The Terrible Thoughts that I keep in my brain
The Trifles I suffer I just can't maintain
I
The Inevitable failure to which I abide
The Invisible feeling I feel deep inside.
The Internal thoughts that smother my pride.
The Impossible walls that make me want to hide.
R
The Ruining factors that make everything fall.
The Reputation I want, but the stairs are too tall.
The Ropes that tie me and make me feel small.
The Rewards That I never reach, never seen them at all.
E
The Emotions I try but can never confess
The Expressions I put on my face, the fake happiness
The Expectations they have that continue to press.
The Excuses I make to make sure they don't guess
D
The Downfalls I have when I want to succeed
The Different obstacles to which I must heed
The Defining traits that I don't want to need
The Draining places I go where I feel like a weed
So yes I am tired, but not as in sleep
I wish I could have those good feelings to keep
And yes, while I do have good times anew
Inside I feel like I'm stuck, nothing to do.

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