Fed up me

I’m fed up with feeling like I’m failing

I’m fed up with shooting for the moon and landing in the mud

 

I'm fed up with the pictures, the size I’m supposed to be

I’m fed up with the female characters, only seen as pretty on tv

 

I’m fed up with my grades 

feeling there all that matters

as I’m pushed amongst the sheep 

whose thoughts make a little clatter

 

I’m fed up with this anxiety

tightening me up like a coil string

with the thoughts that reap the brain

playing amongst the stressed out game

 

but mostly, what I’m fed up with 

from sea, to moon , to sea

truly what I’m upset about

is, I’m fed up with me

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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