I'm tired of putting blame on myself over and over again
Tired of pulling people together who don't even try
Tired of hearing their sad stories that never end
Tired of suggesting the suggestions they never amend
Tired of the disrespect I don't deserve
Tired of considering everyone's feelings
Tired of caring yet being ignored
Tired of men, tired of women, and all the people
Tired of my emotions and my actions
Just tired of everything around and within.
—Laxmi Bhargavi Golla
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SEASHELLS [short poems]
PoetryIf the Beach is what represents my Life, then I would name the ocean as my Feelings and the seashells as my Poems.
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