What if one day I left,
Gone and no where to find,
Would you cry for me?
Would you be happy that I'm gone?

Because I'm tired, so tired.
Me being me, because being me is what you hate,
Its what stresses you, and,
Its what you don't need in your life.

No amount of accomplishments can change your way of seeing me this way.
Sad it may seem.
I can't change what you think of me.
Trust me, I tried. I tried so hard.