"I'm sick of..."
I’m sick of…..
Crying more than I laugh
Frowning more than I smile
Raising my eye brows more than I show my dimples
Rolling my eyes more than I give actual eye contact
Forcing a cheery expression upon my face more than it being second nature
Throwing up the middle finger more than attempting to learn sign language
Giving dirty looks more than I give funny faces
Secretly hoping for world peace more than actually doing something about it
My lips being sealed more than I show my teeth
Hiding out more than I stay connected with friends
Being a ruthless emotional rock more than letting myself take time to think about the situation
Showing signs of depression more than my natural glow
My mood being Pissed or Sad more than a ray of flipping Sunshine
Becoming more and more unhappy with myself
Not standing up for who I am and what believe in
Letting others drag me down to their level
Unnecessary prolonged Drama stressing me out
Choosing the wrong crowd not knowing it will cause permanent damage in the future
Wanting someone more than anything to have my back, rather than stabbing it
Thinking I’m closer to my death bed more than realizing I’m eighteen and it’s nowhere close
Feeling even more lonely when I’m in a room full of people
Not wanting to get up in the morning more than when I liked being an early bird
Boyfriends getting pleasure out of breaking my heart more than cherishing it
Dancing cause I’m pissed off more than doing it because I’m happy
Having dreams about hurting people I resent more than ones about the next guy I’m going to kiss
Thinking about how my luck got so bad more than knowing how lucky I am
Being distant from my family more than having daily conversations with them
Becoming a home body more than when I hardly ever made it to my front door
Watching people sing on the television more than I even attempt to belt out a tune
The parental control units considering me as a druggie more than noticing my younger brother and sister doing it under their very own noses
Wanting to go out in the world and experience more things but not having the money to do it
Being sick mentally and physically more than a healthy young woman
Most of all I am so sick of not being the happy, cheerful, glowing, bright, creative, enthusiastic individual I always knew myself to be.
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