Tired

I wrote this poem so many ages ago, but it still rings true today. Same situation, different players...something's gotta give.

I'm tired of always being

The one who stands up straight

The one with all the answers

The one who feels so great

I'm tired of always being

The independent one

The designated driver

The shadow to the sun

I'm tired of always being

The person in the back

The face in the corner

The body in the sack

I'm tired of being strong

I'm tired of being alone

I'm tired of always being there

When you're ready to come home

I'm tired of all the waiting

My patience has worn thin

Anxiety has invaded my world

I am tired within

I grow weary of this world

And all it's worries and pain

I cannot continue to live this life

Repeating this all again

Have I not accomplished

Anything at all?

In my dreary life

Have all my leaves fallen?

What can I do

To make this right?

What can I say

To end this fight?

The struggle we all face

Is hard to handle at times

There is no way to erase

The pain and sorrow we find

But you can stop it now

Before it gets any worse

Before you begin to get tired

And end up in a hearse

But it is far too late

For me to start anew

For my life has ended

As soon as I lost you

And I am tired of always saying

That it will be alright

I am tired of always seeing

Through the darkness into the light

I am tired of the same excuses

I've heard them all before

I'm tired of your sad stories

I don't need this anymore

I am tired of being walked upon

And tired of being so nice

I am tired and alone

And I'm ready to pay the price

It's not okay to feel like this

So I want the world to know

That I welcome with open arms

My fate sealed so long ago