The free-form poem was written on 10/04/2024. It was a tired attempt at putting words together.

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I’m tired. 

Tired of life’s burdens tethered to my feet, dragging them with every step. 

Tired of holding back my voice because nobody hears a ghost. 

Tired of counting calories because nobody sees a ghost. 

Tired of hating myself and only seeing my flaws. 

Tired of not understanding my purpose in life. 

Tired of the illusion of harmony and unison. 

Tired of wasting my potential and time. 

Tired of never knowing who to trust. 

Tired of putting others first. 

Tired of fake pleasantries.  

Tired of fake smiles. 

I’m tired.