Tag: poems?

but you’re fricking tired.

of becoming a shadow

of being told to do this and that

of having no say in your life

of fake people around us

of the amount of work I have to done before 7 pm

of expectation

of shitty internet signal

of being sick again and again

of covid 19

of quarter life crisis

of your job

of having no job

of being in pain for too long

of the sadness that won’t gone

when you’re really tired of being tired……