I am so tired and I can't think straight
Maybe it's because I'm gay
Who knows, and anyway that's not the point
My head is a jumble of thoughts
Mix matching and combining into something else entirely
Like a zombie, dead and just flat out strange and terrifying
My thoughts range from how I will die, to if life is really real
Or is it like the Matrix where everyone is just energy for the robots
By god I am tired
I can't stop shaking either
And I can't tell if it's from anxiety, not sleeping, or the soda I drank
Maybe it's all three, I honestly don't know
The lights seem so bright and noise seems louder than life
I wonder why the lights dance around to the noise
Circling my head doing twists, turns, and tumbles they make me dizzy
I am so freaking tired
My stomach won't stop yelling at me
Like thunder it roars
Growing louder and louder and louder until it finally dies
I am so **** tired
And I don't know where this poem was going