I am tired of smiling in the faces of those who disappoint me most. I’m tired of looking for people to help me and them not coming through. I’m tired of trying to do the right thing and being taken for granted. And I’m tired of doing all the work while other people boast. Why can’t we just accept people for who they are? Why must we push them to a limit? Think you don’t know what’s being talked about? Let’s go on a little visit.

How many times has a kid committed suicide because they were tired of being ignored? Who took the time to hear that child’s cry? We think everything is fine with people when really some of us are dying inside.

How many times is a person to love then lose? When will they get it right? And us being the bystanders, we wonder “What is wrong with that person’s love life??” Maybe that person suffers from depression and love is trying to teach them a lesson. Why must we intervene in other’s situations?

A person who works hard all day long has to come home and be yelled at. The dishes aren’t done; dinner isn’t ready, look at your room, what is that! You feel that you can’t be free. To do anything in the one place you’re supposed to live in peace. You try to keep calm and remain upbeat but how much can one person take, you know what I mean?

I guess my point is that we’re all tired, in some way, shape or form. The word tired now means so much more. Listen to how someone says they’re tired next time. Is it okay, sleepy or on the verge of crying. We should listen to people and be more caring. We should listen to people before they become more daring.

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