wrote this poem two days ago
Tired of not being heard.
Tired of remembering my dad called me absurd.
Tired of feeling like a black sheep in a herd full of white sheeps.
Tired of struggling to fall asleep.
Tired of hearing you’re the company that you keep when my life is at its peak.
I closed my beak.
Everything reeks.
I seek happiness.
You reap what you sow.
I want to glow so brightly that it can’t be taken lightly.
Tired of remembering the times my dad said I think I’m special,
I felt people were watching me and waiting for me to fall off that pedestal.
I’m tired of looking for approval in the wrong places and feeling like I take up too many spaces.
I pace and pace, everything has been glazed over.
I am stuck in a daze,
I am trapped in a nonstop maze.
I feel like I am in space.
I want to break my ways,
but I don’t know what to say.
So I delay and I just want to run away.
It sounds like you're carrying a lot on your shoulders, and it's okay to feel exhausted from it all. I can't imagine how hard it must be to feel like you're not being heard, especially by someone as significant as your dad. Feeling like you don't fit in, struggling to sleep, seeking happiness but feeling like it's always just out of reach—it's a heavy load to bear.
@nessdamess Hey, it sounds like you’re going through a lot right now. Your poem really captures that sense of frustration and exhaustion. Let it all out; writing can be such a cathartic release. Just know you’re not alone in feeling this way. Hang in there—you’ve got this!
