Just Tired
“Are you okay?” They say.
“Yeah, I’m just tired”
I’m tired of your judging looks and whisperes.
I’m tired of feeling outcasted.
I’m tired of feeling ugly.
I’m tired of awkward silences.
I’m tired of only being happy when I’m alone.
I’m tired of stepping on broken eggshells.
I’m tired of avoiding the subject.
“Are you okay?” They ask.
“Yeah, I’m just tired.”
Tired, tired, tired.
It was hard to abandon his primary-colored wooden toddler toys, knowing that when he did he would be doomed to living in the adult world of grim grays.
(Photo: Erik Johnson; Dwell)
