Its Not Easy Being Me


I am weary of you, I am tired too

Something with time, a tiff maybe?

Its negligible in your eyes

But I see the smoke, I feel the burns

I take the hits, and I pass the storm

Alone

Its a hut, of memories, stashed together

But I live here, revisiting them, memorising them

A blueprint in my mind

A gentle caress against the brutal waiting

Its not easy being me, I say it now

I do not know my limits and yet I never break.

 

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