I'm Tired

look around and ask yourself,
Is the person next to me sad?
Could they be experiencing something negative?
I’m so tired of the taboo around not feeling happy,
I’m tired of only seeing people nod or sigh,
when I disclose to them my feelings,
I don’t know how to ask for help.
I don’t feel safe asking for help.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
I don’t believe I’m worth anyones time.
I’m just a child, so how am I feeling so pressured and down?
Life is amazing!
It’s better than its ever been!
I know my surroundings are amazing!
But I can’t escape the feelings, the temptations, the overall habits I’ve created
And now every time I see a sharp object, or a power cord or almost anything!
I’m over come by this!
Something I can’t control!
I hate it!
I hate it!
I hate it!

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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