Fed Up


I'm tired.

       Tired of having to wait.

       Tired of pretending to be happy when I'm not.

       Tired of putting on a mask that prevents me from being who I really am.

I'm lost.

       Lost in a world which I can't relate to.

       Lost in a place filled with strangers who look past me.

       Lost within myself with self-doubt and questions.

I'm hurt.

       Hurt because you refuse to accept me for who I really.

       Hurt since you judged me with your own assumptions

       Hurt by the fact that you don't know me at all when I believed you did


I just want you to be there.

I need to know you trust me.

I wish you were who I imagined you to be.

And most of all, I want, I need and I wish that all the things I'd dreamt of would come true.

But not everything is a wish upon a star come true.

Especially not this.

The End

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