I'm sick of depressing poems
The aches, the pains, the groans.
Always passing through,
Nowhere to call home.

I'm tired of my missteps.
The what if's, and regrets.
Always people pleasing,
Making jokes that no one gets.

I'm done with all the losing.
The inward self abusing.
The feeling that I'm lesser than,
And the direction I've been choosing.

I'm finished with this way of life.
The heart ache and the strife.
Failing, with every move that's made,
Towards making things go right.

It's time I gained some focus,
To find a meaningful purpose.
To be carried out the rest of my days, Discarding all the hocus-pocus.

It's time for new beginnings,
Lose the smirks and the sly grinning.
It's time I set realistic goals,
Not sit back and count my winnings.

Tomorrow starts a new day,
Time I see life in a new way.
Stop worrying about what others think,
And start rearranging pieces of the game in which we play.