I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired of being tired
I can't even be sad

I'm drained
I'm drained
I'm drained of being strong
I can't even cry

I'm tired
I'm drained
I can play the song

I need
the right
timing
to post
more
of my
poetry
faster
and after
Suzanna
Berlinsky

i know i am not good
i hear it in your sighs
hear it in your heavy feet
see it in your tired eyes

i know this and more
i  know and i try
i'll stay up all night
fix the wings, make it fly

i know your hate
your resentment is sincere
i am not good
i am the reflection you fear

dear mom, i know
i am not good
i hate and i love
far more than a daughter should

What are you?
Are you happy now?
Feeling cold and blue.
Now's the time for you to blew.

A feeling of happiness that hurts,
A smile that always lurks.
Like a candle in the dark,
Slowly fading like a nark.