Tired
"Are you ok?" they always ask
"I'm just tired." I say as a mask
I'm tired. I'm tired. I'm tired.
Why does my heart feel like it's wired
It thrashes in my chest.
Hiding it, I try my best.
"Are you ok?" they always ask
"I'm just tired." I say as a mask
Screwed up is the truth.
I shouldn't be this messed up in my youth.
My mind races
The silence, my head embraces.
"Are you ok?" they always ask
"I'm just tired." I say as a mask
My, oh my, the things I hear.
My thoughts, I wish would disappear.
I listen to my music,
It's almost therapeutic.
"Are you ok?" they always ask
"I'm just tired." I say as a mask
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.