I'm sick of waiting
for the world to pass on judgement.
I'm sick of waiting for its punishment.
I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come
whether it is ot bring joy
or if it is to bring tradgedy.
I'm sick of feeling ignored and voiceless
left to fend form myself witout words,
as the world continues to ignore me,
passing me like a forgotten ghost.
I am the one unseen
I am the one unheard
for all I scream and cry
remains in the silent.
I've been shattered once too many.
All the pieces scattered in the wind to be unfound.
Put back together with holes in the middle,
alone and empty,
searching until I fall apart once again.
I'm sick of stitching myself back together,
when I know it is for nothing else but to give an illusion
of a person that is put together,
I'm sick of facing myself everyday
to discover nothing more than dissapointment,
because I know that I will never meet my own expectations,
much less that of the world.
I'm sick because I am infected with
I am sick because I am infected by humanity,
inmperfection and emotion.