Tired
Do you ever get tired of missing the person you once were?
Or tired of missing the person you never got to be?
Tired of wondering who you would have become had you not had to hide your true self your whole fucking life for fear of punishment?
Tired of the cowardice that grew and took over in place of the courageous heart you once had?
Tired of having lost the voice that use to speak up loud and strong and clear that has shrank to a hoarse whisper no one can hear for lack of use?
Tired of knowing your wants and needs but tucking them in the back of your mind, too scared to let them be seen because your convinced of sure rejection should you let them come to light?
Tired of not feeling good enough for your children, your friends, and everyone around you no matter how hard you try?
Tired of feeling like a burden, a waste of space and breathe cause you see nothing special or worthwhile about yourself?
Tired of fear?
Tired of being timid?
Tired of self doubt?
Tired of hiding?
Yeah, me too.
03302023
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