T.I.R.E.D

When people ask are you okay,

I respond with I'm fine,

I'm just T.I.R.E.D,

I'm just so T.I.R.E.D.

I am just

Trying to understand why I feel so alone in a group of friends.

I am just

Irritated by the people who say they know me but don't know the struggles I go through, 

mcuh less care about me.

I am just 

Restless from all the nights I stayed awake thinking of how a situation went,

how I should have acted,

what I should have done,

and if that day went better then the last.

I am just

Enraged at myself for not acting "normal."

I am just

Dying. I am just dying to know if anyone cares about me,

if there is someone that stands up for me when I'm not there,

and if there is someone I could be friends with and not feel alone.

I am just T.I.R.E.D.

I am just so T.I.R.E.D.

Note: This is a poem that refers to anyone who feels outcasted and alone. Sometimes you a person may be surrounded by a bunch of people and yet be so alone.