Sick and Tired of Sick and Tired

Wed, 06/18/2014 - 12:46 -- ChyChy

You never talk to me unless I start the conversation

You only want me around when you need me

I'm never good enough

For you, it seems


I never seem to do enough,

I'm stupid, simple and slow

Your words seep and cut rough

Every day adds a hundred blows


I want to do better not for you, but for me

I want to be able to hold my head up high

It's been down so long

That I can't recall the trees, the sky


I'm sick of being a punching bag

I'm sick of being a doormat

Of being your scapegoat

Of being less than

I'm sick of you

You're sick of me?

I'm sick of doubt and strife and pain and heartache

You can't blame that on me

Because once you're sick and tired of being sick and tired

You'll leave

And you haven't left yet

I'm leaving today

So you say

Good riddance



I'm sick of everything they do to me

I refuse to take it any longer, even if it's from family

I'm tired of the pain

Sick of the rain

Scared of the threats and promises they make

So I guess the first step I'll take

Into my new life

All by myself

Because I'm sick and tired of being around negative people.


This poem is about: 
My family
Our world


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