I’m tired of following
all the rules,
Listening to others,
hearing their ignorance,
And pretending they
aren’t stupid.
I’m tired of worrying
about money,
That it will run out,
Staying home and
playing games.
I’m tired of caring
what my family thinks of me,
Of trying to be
understanding of them,
When they have no
understanding of me.
I’m tired of applying
for jobs,
When my resume shouts
I’m of an age
Employers do not want
to hire.
I’m tired of letting my
creative talents rot
In the face of a world
That has no use for
them.
I wish I were tired
enough to sleep
But soon I will be.
Then I can fight my
battles in dreams;
Not win, not lose, but
eventually
Roll over and sleep
some more.
3 comments
I like what you wrote!
I think it’s very honest and simple.
I’m tired of being a fuck up. I’m tired of not being able to do shit for anyone because I can’t fuckin do it right. Something will come out for me though. And something will come out for you too.
Thank you. I want to be a published writer. I have a novel, complete, about suicide, but with a bit of humor for cushion. I want it published because someone needs to write for us. We feel hopeless in this life, but we also have so much to say, so much to share, so much to offer each other.