The Length of a Swore

Do You ever just get tired of Being You? Up there on The Highest of pedestals as You rule... Is It You feeling selfish or alone as an unhinged fool? I care of Your most inner thoughts and about You often... May My remarks make Your Strength become more soften. Do You ever get tired of Being You? Even with All Your Money or possibly Self for filled greed... I can't help You understand for I only have Me to need. I hope I can Be of Your Beckoned Service when You actually want to See. For as I share this marking wound of Your deepest fear I hide inside Me. Do You ever just get tired of Being You? The Children captured in Their different varieties of worlds holding pain... Wondering if Their Next Meal or life matters that may or will ever Be obtained. I'm just trying to hit Our common grounds to Our Survival... We are just mismatched in A Huge Puzzle yet unsolved as We form rivals. Do You ever just get tired of Being You? As The Richest of People plummet into cesspool of remorse over My thoughts... There Doors locked for discussion as Wars are created from the shadows taught. Do You ever just get tire of being You? The Length of A swore is vast,thicken with Evil Doers,and blood drenches are filled. The firmness In My Words silenced;I have spoken from My small mind as willed. All left for concern of Me;is silent,disheartening,as Your sunsets go on for now... All is red and done;Seemly to reflect empty words dusted underneath A sad Brow.