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

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