Tired
I'm tired of me
Something that I can't see is hiding in me
It makes me mad, sad and sometimes happy,
I can't control it, but it hurts me badly
Some times I want to be alone in a tree,
Sometimes my insides want to scream,
I can't focus on one thing or the next,
I have to focus on it all at the same time ,
No quietness of mind;
People bug me,
Idk what's wrong,
Do I write this poem not a song
Friends on my side trying to do what's best,
But some times I diss them cuz of stress,
This poem is sad,
But I feel at peace,
For once not mad,
I'm not the same person I used to be,
I hope how I am now isn't the new me..
People ask why e u sad, what's wrong
But they should leave me alone , and let me moan and groan
But my best friends can talk cuz they know what's up
They're one of the persons I trust.
I'm not emo , I can't cry ,
Some times emotions locked in side ,
Like a sea saw back and forth
Mad sad and in the middle happy way of course ,
I know this poem is really sad ,
But keepin it inside is really a drag.
-Danielle
