Tired
I'm tired.
All I do is clean our house,
And do your laundry,
And make your bed,
And pay these bills.
I'm tired.
All you do is play around,
And sleep all day,
And spend more money,
And build useless things.
I'm tired.
I can't see straight anymore.
I'm tired.
I can't do this anymore.
I'm tired.
Everytime I look in the mirror,
I wonder who I'm looking at.
I'm tired.
I watch you play
And smile
And laugh,
While I clean up something else.
I'm tired.
You spend money on things
That we don't need.
I'm tired.
I worry about bills,
And important things,
While you try to figure out what game to play.
Then you say I need to stop being so stressed.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of working
And cleaning
And praying
And watching
And wondering
And thinking that I am going to go crazy.
I'm tired.
I'm tired of you.
Copyright © Stephanie Whitley | Year Posted 2008
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