I'm only tired in the sense that I'm tired of existing.
To move along with no purpose at all, simply drifting
It's so damn sad.
I pretend I'm fine with disdain in their gaze,
but the mask I've made doesn't sit well on my face.
I'd give it all to fit in, even only for a day,
or at least feel like I'm standing out in all the right ways.
The only treatment is time
wait a couple more years, you'll be fine.
It feels like I've been sick forever
and I can't really do this anymore.
Forgive me, father
for I can't be a ghost with a beating heart.
Another night in the company of voices in my head
Another day spent wishing I were dead
or anything but this.
Anything to take this feeling away.
I'm sick of their stares
They couldn't care enough to turn their heads away.
I'm the color of the cage that we're locked in,
and they've forgotten what the sound of my voice is
In their eyes, I've been six feet deep
since the bell first rang.
Don't dwell on the things that make you imperfect,
keep this close to your heart: you are never worthless.
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