You told me you
              Couldn't find your way
                                     In your darkest nights
So I left you a star
               A star in every poem
                               To find your way home

I'm tired of being the
                               loudest
when I suffer in
                      silence.
I'm tired of being the
                             happiest
when I fail the
                                                 hardest
I'm tired of smiling the
                                   biggest
when I shed the
                       largest
tears

I'm tired of laughing the
                                        most
when I whimper
                                                       alone
I'm tired of being the
                                         loveable one
when I'm the one
                       casted aside

I'M TIRED
of being a doormat
of holding everything in
of Forgiving
of hurting
of APOLOGIZING
of hating  myself for caring

I'M TIRED
of acting like everything's okay
of not being able to trust  anyone

I'm so tired
but I know I'll never stop
being the doormat
for the world

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you know something? nobody ever does anything to be nice. they always want to get something out of it.