Tired

Can’t keep running, tired of hiding, of all the games, and the lying. Bored of the stories, and the never after, sick of telling myself, it will be better, Can’t keep smiling behind lying eyes, convincing the truth of what I despise, When did I become what I see, when did I lose sight? And forgot to be me? The one with the voice, a pre- mediated script, with one skill and nothing left to give. Sick of being the one to take, losing everyone, for my own gain. When did I become so selfish, so self-entitled? So reckless and so unkind? Can’t keep changing your situation, to suit the games played, avoiding the call at all costs, not caring about who and what you’ve lost. I want to change, not stay the same, sick of the being the one shamed, like fallen down fame. Hindsight is always better when it’s not your own, easier to judge, as you aren’t the star of the show, Don’t want the unkind words that are said, want to switch off the constant thoughts before I go to bed. Can’t keep running, because enough is enough, got to face the music, cos the lies have me caught.