I'm tired.
Of people, but I've said that before.
Of myself, of my looks, of my everything.
Mostly my looks. I hate how everyone is so nice yet I'm so broken and made of shards of glass.
I hate how I feel judgement when all I get is smiles.
I hate how when people ask me why I'm upset I don't have an answer.
I just hate it. I hate how sometimes I'm fine,
And sometimes I'm not.
I hate the feeling of not knowing, but knowing it all would be worse, wouldn't it?
I hate it, but I'm powerless against my own mind, and... nothing... I can't do anything.
I hate how everyone is like a beanpole and I feel so ginormous even though I'm healthy and not large at all.
So I guess I'll deal with it.
After all, what else can I do?
I'm tired.
I wonder if I'll sleep tonight.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I'm running out of space to write, and my procrastination is making work pile up on me.
I'm tired.
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A/N~
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unwanted redemption
Poetry"Life is like a poem, never truly finished. But sometimes it's over before it even began, because sometimes a pen runs out of ink."-me
