Sick and tired


gone low

Sometimes I get tired of me

Run out of reserved energy

Tired of the fighting inside

Want to break free of me, just hide

But I’m always dogging my heels

And the running just fully reveals

I like me much less than I say,

Never give me the silence I crave

Always filling my mind up with rot

What is it, this sickness I’ve got?

Talking me down up to me

When I really need room just to breath

Get thee behind me, myself

I’m tired of living your hell



About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

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