i am tired
i am tired of feeling like your sometimes
i am tired of feeling like the secondhand smoke
you’re inhaling, wishing you weren’t because the air is cleaner somewhere else
i am tired of feeling like an old middle school trophy
something you used to be so happy to have
but now is just there because you can’t be bothered to move it or throw it away
i am tired of feeling like i was not good enough
like i am not good enough
like i’m not pretty, smart, kind, adventurous enough for you
i am tired
i am tired of feeling like the flip side of an exam paper
just when you thought you were done
you have to handle more of it
i am tired of feeling like a chip on your shoulder
the one everyone knows exists
but everyone pretends doesn’t for the sake of convenience
i am tired of feeling like the second beer bottle
the one you don’t really want but drink out of habit
i am tired
i am tired of making homes out of temporary people
i am tired of making homes out of people who don’t
even have the decency to say goodbye
i am tired of making homes out of people
who take my presence for granted
i am tired of feeling cracks in my ribcage
i am tired of feeling like my lungs are punctured
i am tired of feeling like my heart has been on the wrong side of a fistfight