Tired of playing weak when I'm strong
Tired of thinking I'm always right when I'm dead wrong.
Tired of myself making excuses for the reason I choose to lose,
Saying it's too hard, I can't take the strain
Tired of giving in to pain.
Tired of being the wall against my back when I know how to get on track.
Tired of myself not being my hero
Not ruling my kingdom
Even though I have the formula for my freedom.
Tired of myself being what I'm not
But who I choose to be, is behaving indifferently
Tired of myself not wholisticly practicing what I preach, though always apt to teach
I think it's time I mend that breach
Tired of talking myself out of it,
Talking myself in to it,
But never making a step.
Tired of telling myself not yet
Tired of belittling myself when I know I am great
Whether they hate, it is my fate
Tired of myself forgetting what's important
Tired of losing sight of what's real
Tired of keeping what's really inside concealed.
Tired of myself ignoring the rhythm of my soul
Tired of not paying attention to what makes me whole.
I'm just tired, too tired to even write another word...
When will I read my own words and be heard...
Dear self,
I can't do this anymore.
S.K.Malcolm
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The ups and downs of being Sapphie
PoetryThis is a collection of different poems that I wrote, some are about me and some are inspired by other people, life and things. There is no one genre for them and some were written when I was quite young. Vote, comment and share, I love to hear from...
