it is tiring.
watching their faces smashed
against the windows smiling
almost aggressively laughing
having to not hurt everyone
as i trip about corners and words
and deadly sentences
and yet still get there
get to “friendship”
standing in an
unending burst
of my own energy
just to calm theirs
pulling up my
****** muscles to
create a paper thin emotion
a semblance of contentment
just a semblance
cascading upon me
a pool of thoughts and opinions
i never asked for
i am tired.
of them.
but being tired is wrong. It’s rude, they say.