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Jazmane Smith Poem
Sick & Tired
Living my life is not an easy breeze.
I have strong winds,
Cold winds & even longs winds, you see.
I’m getting sick of the wind that
Blows against my face,
The storms that begin on a raining day.
I’m tired of the fight I’m putting up with.
I’m sick & tired of dealing with it!
Maybe I should just give it a rest,
Or is this life showing its real self?
Walking this earth like I’m a perfect girl,
I have pains you never even seen before.
You could never compare to my shame.
They’re sick of hearing me cry in pain,
And I’m tired of them being the reason why.
I’m sick & tired of dealing with it!
Maybe I should just give it a rest.
Or is it them showing me they can careless?
Talking to people who I think is listening,
But all they’re doing is judging me like I’m pointless.
I’m sick of not knowing who to trust.
And I’m tired of not being the friend that I could.
I have a heart but it’s only this big (].
I can’t always be the friend you always need.
But I’m sick & tired of dealing with it!
Maybe I should just give it a rest,
Or are my friends testing me to see if I pass?
Thinking about the people I love,
And wondering if they been through this path I have came upon,
Did they make it through all the way to the end, and last?
Were they tired of the hurt or pain that came so fast?
Or were they sick of being the one who always cared?
Were they sick & tired of dealing with it?
Maybe they were just stronger than me.
Or is this me growing up again.
I have to handle the world in my own hands.
My life is not an easy breeze,
I’m walking this earth being me.
Talking to people that will listen,
Thinking about the love that’s glistening.
Wondering if someone would save me through this path,
But I realize I was strong enough to pass!
I was sick & tired of dealing with it,
But I didn’t rest until I finished it.
Copyright © Jazmane Smith | Year Posted 2011
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