Breathe

I’m doing nothing yet I’m doing everything. I get tired of doing both. I’m tired of being a responsible person as well as drowning in the irresponsibility. I’m tired of sticking to the rules of this sick world. I’m tired of building bridges, or worse being the bridge myself between gaps created by pride and hatred. I’m tired of always playing the good one. I’m tired of being neglected and overshadowed. I’m tired of looking at the mountains and mountains of boast and pretense. I’m tired of hearing complaints and looking at struggles and worse being part of it. I’m tired of inclination to destruction over creation. I’m tired of all the grains of dust wanting to be the center of the solar system. I’m tired of expectations clouding my vision. I’m tired of judgments and misjudgments and judgmental people. I’m tired of lies and malice spread out by TV shows. I’m tired of insignificant and shallow obsessions. I’m tired of envy crawling into my veins. I’m tired of mouths babbling everywhere I go with disregard for true wisdom. I’m tired of empathy void of sincere sentiments. I’m tired of the fake. I’m tired of repetition. I crave for change. I’m tired of crying with no noise, a lot. I’m tired of the thick and tough covering of insensitivity wrapped around hearts. I’m tired of bitterness and its contagious poison. I’m tired of trying and failing. I’m tired of the so-called politicians not functioning as public servants. I’m tired of the invasion of privacy. I’m tired of disrespect in all aspects. I’m tired of nosy neighbors. I’m tired of talking more and doing less. I’m tired of inequality. I’m tired of fear holding me back. I’m so tired the color of my flesh left me, the air in my lungs escaped me.