I'm just tired.
Not in the physical sense
But I'm wired
To believe that my worth
Depends
On grades
My legacy made
By forging time, sanity, and stress.
I don't feel blessed.
No one is impressed.
Help.
I'm just tired.
See, it wouldn't matter
What my GPA reveals
If I had a friend who understands how it feels.
And I do!
But they live a thousand miles away.
The ones who live close
Their laughter sways.
I'm tired of speaking in poetic verse
To be understood.
Leaping around loneliness, putting on a mask
Because who asked
Me
When my enthusiasm
Became too much, too good.
I'm just tired.
I'm just tired.
Is that all I'll ever be?
