tired.
when everyone's expecting you to do good,
here comes the sensation of mental distress,
felt like you were sold
yes, im striving to ace,
but im not a god to walk in a steady pace
i get tired, almost everyday
but nobody cares anyway
hoping i could take a break,
a day that i can be free and be weak
YOU ARE READING
Don't Read
PoetryA girl's anthology. She write to let out her thoughts, to escape and for her wounds to heal.
