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Tired, So Tired
I’m tired
so tired
Of pretending
to know what I’m doing
When I really have no clue
why I’m here,
where I’m going,
what comes next.
I’m tired
of being afraid. Of always
watching for danger,
expecting
the worst, of
never feeling safe.
I’m tired
of being so tired. Of
forcing myself
to keep going, when
I just want to sleep.
I’m tired
of being
alone.
Of constantly
feeling different,
not fitting in,
not being able to relate.
I’m tired of false hopes,
of shattered dreams,
of never getting it right,
of starting over and ov
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Literature
Tired, So Tired
I’m tired
so tired
Of pretending
to know what I’m doing
When I really have no clue
why I’m here,
where I’m going,
what comes next.
I’m tired
of being afraid. Of always
watching for danger,
expecting
the worst, of
never feeling safe.
I’m tired
of being so tired. Of
forcing myself
to keep going, when
I just want to sleep.
I’m tired
of being
alone.
Of constantly
feeling different,
not fitting in,
not being able to relate.
I’m tired of false hopes,
of shattered dreams,
of never getting it right,
of starting over and ov
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62 deviations
Literature
Liberation
As I sit here
staring
at the walls
of my prison,
the most
peculiar
thing happens.
The walls become
translucent.
I can see a distorted image
of the outside world
through the walls which I
thought
were impenetrable.
I approach the wall and
slowly,
peacefully,
press my hand against it.
To my utmost surprise,
my hand glides right through.
I realize
now that this prison
is not
inescapable. While it
My Prison
4 deviations
Literature
Stones
As we climb
up
the slope of life,
we accumulate
various stones.
Some of these stones appear
attractive, and
we gladly accept
their weight.
Others are thrown
at
our heads.
They're ugly
and they
stink.
After a while,
these stones become
heavy.
If we don't learn
to cast some aside
(even the pretty ones)
their weight
breaks
our
backs.
Creative Writing Spring '09
3 deviations
Scraps
3 deviations
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