Tired
Tired of the same old thing
wanting something new
waiting for the alarm to ring
wishing I had nothing to do
Tired of lifes ups and downs
pleasing others is just that
I am the one with frowns
Feeling like a door mat
Tired of faking a smile
lying to myself inside
Stretching it to the mile
Not such a fun ride
One day I hope to leave
this world and find
A place where I may cleave
And meet my soul in kind
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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