Tired

The world is ruled by rationality,

The cultures been created as a whole -

And tend to show no feelings.

I seek the vulture and some sickness

Of those who wish to be more glamorous.

I see the beauty in a drama -

A drama filled with passion.

I’d thrive in it and give it full,

My full consent and strategy.

Instead, I have to bear - this rationale behind my actions,

As if I’m not a person with the feelings,

With ‘motions of my soul.

Restrictions and strict rules - with impeccability.

They are the ones to undermine ability.

Will I speak up then? If I’m so brave to speak upon?

No way for me to be expressive,

Just long for it and be nonchalant

When bursting out in my tears - and sensations, all over body.

I’m getting from the tipsy state -

Yet feeling ravishing as days

As those days of my twenties.

Please let me thrive in those once more,

However might the system be.

I wanna love, I wanna show what I would do

Despite societal precautions.

Romantics praise me, 

I would be their forbidden fruit.

I would be a granade to the system

As well as a pomegranate to him.

I’m tired of willing to survive, adapt to all such things,

But a part of me is weak yet trying 

To save the strings

From pulling.

An’ rhyming lost itself a while ago,

Do not try reading as a poem,

Just sense it and comprehend.

Author's Note

just a draft