Confessions (Rant Room, maybe?) / the restless mind

Confession No. 2

I am dead tired.
I want to hide.
I am striving everyday.
I hope to rest someday.

I thought I had changed.
I am still bound by the chain.
I feel no hope nor pain.
I wish to never stay.

I am a pain as they say.
I sigh, it is such a shame.
I no longer put you the blame.
I am tired of that game.

I step one forward.
I step two backward.
I go round and round.
I am not safe and sound.

I am dead tired.
I want to lie.
I can only cry and sigh.
I lose all my might.