A-Afraid
I'm so tired, yet inspired
I'm so sweet, yet bitter
I'm so tangy, yet bland
It's as if no one here understands
I'm so ugly, yet handsome
I'm so sweaty, yet clean some
I'm so tired and afraid of what I've become - a monster so grum and numb and dumb...as noticeable as a sore thumb and drunk off of rage's rum
I'm so groggy, yet awake
It's as if my young heart is about to break
I'm so weird, yet normal
I'm so small, yet tall
I'm so losing it, yet so sane
It's as if no one cares that I go insane
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2017
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