I got tired
Of proving that my dreams are valid,
That the diameter of the me that you see in no way predicts what exists inside
I got tired
Of whispering my words so that those around me could feel tall
Taking up space was a sin and
I got tired
Of hearing my sins repeated back to me
I got tired
Of the burning in my heart as it became ash
Because they like their barbecues
I got tired
Of distracting myself from what I hated most
Because I was scared they might be right
I am tired
Of holding on
Because I forget how to let go
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 4:53 AM UTC
I got tired
Of proving that my dreams are valid,
That the diameter of the me that you see in no way predicts what exists inside
I got tired
Of whispering my words so that those around me could feel tall
Taking up space was a sin and
I got tired
Of hearing my sins repeated back to me
I got tired
Of the burning in my heart as it became ash
Because they like their barbecues
I got tired
Of distracting myself from what I hated most
Because I was scared they might be right
I am tired
Of holding on
Because I forget how to let go
