I'm Tired of Me

I'm tired.
Tired of waiting
of wanting.
I'm tired of being who I am,
Of being who I'm not.
I'm tired of being tired,
of the life that I'm living.
I'm tired of liking him
And not liking liking him.
And regretting saying the things I do.
I'm tired of knowing nothing will happen,
but knowing that it's everything I want.
And more.
I'm tired of waiting on him.
and him.
and her.
I'm tired of waiting for my life to start.
I'm tired of being a teenager.
I'm tired of life.
I'm tired of death.
I'm tired of options
of not having enough.

I'm tired of not kissing him.
Not knowing what he's thinking.
I'm tired of this.
This waiting.
I'm tired of waiting
for other people
to do what I want.

I'm tired of breathing
and having it hurt.
I'm tired of learning,
yet not knowing enough.
I'm tired being unrecognized
and wishing I was.

I'm tired of making choices
and having people make them for me.
I'm tired of reading
and listening.
Of crying
and sighing
and wishing
and wanting.

I'm tired of looking
and not seeing,
everything that is.

I'm tired of missing,
of meeting.
I'm tired of leading
and following.
I'm tired of writing
and thinking.
I'm tired of needing
and pushing away.
I'm tired of being nice
and of hurting others.

I'm tired of being everything others see.
I'm tired of everything that has come to be.
I'm tired of me.