At first I though I was just tired,
Fatigued you might say,
Causing me to want to rest,
The whole entire day.
So I did what anyone would do,
I went to sleep at eight,
Much earlier than usual,
Thinking it would lead to an energized fate.
But I woke up the next morning,
Still tired as always,
Wanting to stay in bed like I had the flu,
And for why, I had no clue.
So I was determined to figure it out,
Why I was tired a lot,
And I realized,
I wasn't as okay as I thought.
I started tracking my feelings,
And it opened my eyes,
The smile I wore all day,
Was just a really good disguise.
My smile didn't just fool the others,
It fooled me too,
Tricking my mind that I was okay,
And then everything was in a different view.
I figured out that I am tired,
Not tired cuz of sleep,
But cuz my life was not something,
I was inspired to keep.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Lonely
PoesíaSometimes I need ways to express my feelings and I do this through poetry. I am not at all the best poet in the world (not even close) but I just thought I would share them with you. Stay beautiful.
