I'm just tired.
If I could tell you one thing right now,
it would be that I am just tired.
Of explaining my disease and how it affects me
Of constantly feeling like I have to give something to the world
What do you want from me?
What do I owe you?
I'm tired of conforming to society's ways because it won't accept me even though I accept me
I'm tired of waking up every morning in a skin that isn't mine yet one that I am forced to live in
I'm tired of giving justifications for things that should not need to be explained
And I'm tired of telling people I'm okay when I'm not
So if you ask me if I'm okay and I'm not,
I'm going to say so and ignore your flinches because I don't care what you think
I'm just tired.