okay
You don’t get it
okay?
It’s not easy for me
to explain.
I can’t be something else
the world wants me to be
I can't pretend everything is Okay
all the time.
It’s not that I'm lazy
and I don’t want everything to be perfect
all the time.
I am just so tired
of thinking and moving
and pretending
all the time.
I have no motivation
anymore
and I don't know why
I am stuck playing this stupid
game of house.
With the picture perfect family.
I’m sorry I just don’t belong here.
This poem is about:
Me
My family