An Open Letter to
Internal Machinations
By: Rodolfo Perez
I’m tired.
I’m 17 and I’m tired.
I’m 17, I have a family,
and I’m tired.
I’m respected.
People come and ask ME
for answers.
But I’m tired.
I’m fairly sure of what I
have to do to be “happy”
But I’m tired,
And I’m tired.
I’m loved, and hated,
And I’m tired.
I’m tired of waking up,
And acting like I don’t
need to get out of bed.
I’m tired of acting like
I’m tired when I’m not.
I’m tired of not speaking
enough.
I’m tired of listening
too little.
I’m tired of seasons.
I’m tired of time.
I’m tired.
I’m tired of bitching
like I am right now.
So, I’ll stop
Because that’s what you
do when you’re tired of something right?
You stop doing that
something.
THIS WORK IS NOT
AFFILAITED WITH P.E.N.T.C.I. IN ANY WAY
Painfully authentic! I hope everything is well, but extremely well written!
ReplyDeleteWait you're 17 wtf XD great work though!
ReplyDeleteI kind of find a sense of arrogance in the way the poem is conducted though. It seems like the author feels his life is too perfect.
ReplyDeleteI don't find my life to be perfect at all haha
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