Tired in life
Tired in death
Tired of scarcity
Tired of Wealth
Tired of smiling when I want to yell
Tired of serenity when it feels like hell
Tired of trying to explain myself
Tired of being the asinine elf
Tired of holding hands that hurt
Tired of standing tall when I feel like dirt
This life, this world
is taking away my hold
It has more layers
Than I can unfold
The people too fake
too opaque, too dark
The customs too complex
all foxes, no larks
This room that seems to be quiet and passive
Holds within it a storm too dark too massive
But to unleash it, is not a choice
For what it will kill, is my own voice
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