Exhausted
I’m tired of pretending
wearing a dozen different masks
for different occasions
at different locations
completing a hundred tasks
this drama seems unending
I’m tired of pretending
I’m fed up of conforming
to the whims and demands
of this capricious society
its weird ideas of propriety
no one understands
my attempts of transforming
I’m fed up of conforming
I’m weary of my mind’s games
played with ghosts of belief
haunting me wherever I go
as I struggle hard to grow
never a moment of relief
my soul is up in flames
I’m weary of my mind’s games
I’m sick of this eternal strife
a ceaseless series of conflicts
resulting from a clash of egos
even as friends become foes
and everyone only contradicts
I’m exhausted of living this life
I’m sick of this eternal strife
Welcome back. Its been a long while…
The words here reflect the way I sometimes feel, but fortunately this passes too. Beautifully worded.
Mysoul
24 March 2010 at 7:31 pm
Was just clicking around and stopped at this poem. I can relate. It doesn’t always have to be like this though. Take time off the race and regroup.
tuttysan
15 February 2011 at 7:59 pm