I am tired, please
leave me be.
Can you not see
how my eyes drop
and my gaze is always
by my feet?
It is not you,
it is me,
though not willingly,
it's just something,
in my gut,
is churning desperately.
Do not make me
talk, or smile,
or even join in everything.
I am delicate with people,
Cannot be forced
into sympathy.
"Follow your gut"
you say foolishly,
to try to encourage me.
Do you not realise,
if I did I would never
get to live?
I am tired.
Tired of opinions,
of remarks,
of others, of life.
What is the point
of doing something I do not enjoy?
YOU ARE READING
Poems for my thoughts
PoesiaMy literature teacher told me I was talented and that my voice should be heard, so here I am. This is a way I can share my feelings and feel heard. Enjoy! If you like it please leave a comment or send me a message! All rights are reserved, do NOT sh...
