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Confession Poem
I’m so tired.
Not only my body, but soul mind and heart
How much willpower it takes to get up,
Drag myself to school, and fake the day away
When you understand how the world works,
You learn how to act the way the world wants to see you
But I am tired.
Being looked at like there’s nothing but air
Not being heard even if I shout the loudest
I’m tired of being pushed around,
From friends, to new homes, even from family
I’m mostly tired of blame
For being poor, my sisters acts, mothers mistakes
How I can’t be mad of not talk how I truly feel without judgment
Be blamed for grades lowering or people becoming different
How can people blame a girl who now hides in the corner of her room?
I’m tired of fear
Not being good enough, not in smarts or beauty or even talents
Of one day being air to them and have nothing but a heartache
My youngest sister who can see this ghost girl hiding in the corner
Will someday be like the others and ignore me
Annoyance tires me
My mother, sisters, friends, grandmother, godmother, teachers
Consolers, other students and even my love sick aunt
Tell me I don’t understand love and life and will not till later in life
How we are completely different and this is nothing but puppy love
I fall asleep to depression
Waiting eagerly for someone to talk to me
How I wait for someone to talk to me and not judge me
Who will not tell me the difference of love and how to live
How I sleep knowing the next day is filled with more disappointment
I’m tired of being tired
How I stay in my room avoiding fights but I want to enjoy the air
The times I wake the middle of the night and cry for no reason,
And wake the next morning half asleep
I just want to sleep at night
But being tired usually passes, so eventually this will pass
One thing I will always fear, how I live in fright because of it
I fear the dark.
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