Society Expects Conformity.
My heart is beyond heavy and I'm tired of carrying it.
Sick of the burden of living.
Or am I tired of carrying the extra weight thrown on by others?
Sick of not being able to be truly alive.
My eyes are beyond sleepy and I'm tired of fighting to keep them open.
Sick of the reality I'm seeing.
Or am I tired of the ones who force my attention for their benefit?
Sick of not being able to look for my own definition of beauty.
My breath is shallow and I'm tired of gasping for air.
Sick of the stale lingering anger that drifts down from the rafters.
Or am I tired of trying to breathe to calm the rage?
Sick of not feeling my peace over any other emotion.
But that's what they want.
Those little white flags of surrender.
But I won't give them my defeat.
I am tired. I am sick.
Of a world that doesn't want me to be.. all that I want to be.
A world that doesn't want... Me.