Tired
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Day in, Day out, nothing seems to change,
Everything just remains the same
No one cares, if you’re tired!
So, tired of being blamed,
Hmmm, you're always the blame
No matter what you’ve done to change your name.
Oh, how It seems to be like sweet honey, flowing on their tongues
Can’t wait to be digested like an unwanted gum.
Each accusation, a burden too heavy to bear,
I long to escape this cycle, and find a breath of fresh air.
But I’ll rise above the weight, and reclaim my own name,
No longer defined by their judgments, I’ll break free from the blame.
So, tired!
But even in exhaustion, faith and hope flickers its gentle flame,
Guiding us through darkness, reminding us of our aim.
In the embrace of verses, they’ll find their way.
Thank you for reading my poem, I truly appreciate it! ❤️
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