Tired (poem)

Questioning my own sanity, and weighing it against that of the human race is the question that sparked this piece. Am I insane or is it simply the mass majority of the human race?

I’m tired of being mad

Downtrodden and pained

I wish I could be joyful, happy, or glad

But my mind is irrevocably stained

From pretending to be so restrained


Exhausting


I’m disgusted with being disgusted

Wretched, soured and full of disdain

I’d rather be normal and well adjusted

But my attempts at apathy have all been in vain

So I watch as all of our good names are slain


Worn out


Being so vengeful has made me weary

A sense of enlightenment I’ve yet to attain

Perhaps because I see the world too clearly

Never believing your lying campaigns

As we become less and less humane


Weak


I’m quite simply exasperated by the futility

A daily struggle to control my own brain

This veneer of humanity in all its fragility

Like a shadow in the cascading rain

Perhaps it is myself who is actually insane

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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

Who really knows what is "normal', or sane and insane for that matter. everyone is different and sees things with their own eyes. Writing I find is a great form of therapy and a great way of getting stuff off your chest. This poem may be a little dark and depressing but also very well written.


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mcrawford76 2 years ago from Greeley, Colorado Author

Most of my poetry is pretty dark. Thanks for reading.

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