The Weight

Tue, 01/10/2017 - 02:04 -- espe

Can I be quiet?

Can I watch and just observe?

Can I just be  

and not spend every second of my day proving that I am worthy of being heard?

That my input to a converation is valid without ratteling the list of accomplishments I've racked up in order turn a head

and spark interest

I swear I'm clever

I promise I'm bright,

But the wieght of exahustion I feel, its pushing on my chest so hard 

it has no choice

but to distribute the pressure to the rest of my body.

It has become so heavy

its seeping into the essense of me

to the point where I can't be bothered to be

This poem is about: 
Me

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