I’m tired.


I’m tired of being the good one.

I’m tired of trying to please people.

I’m tired of being silly.

I’m tired of being strong.

I’m tired.

I’m tired of being a yes person.

I’m tired of being a tattletale.

I’m tired of being a no person.

I’m tired of shouting at people.

I’m tired of always being responsible.

I’m tired of trying to find a medicine that works (this risperidone has been working but been noticing some side effects lately that are apparently dangerous. I think I need to stop taking it).

I’m tired of the fighting.

I’m tired of the anger.

I’m tired of the stress.

I’m just tired.

Can’t I just get a little rest?

Heh. Those last few lines rhymed, check it – I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it.



The dangerous side effect? Not as dangerous as I thought. Turns out I had too much sugar that day.

No. Literally – I’ve never had that much sugar in one day in my entire life. And I felt it for today too because hello….again, I have never had that much sugar in my life.

P.S. I was only feeling the side effect for today and yesterday. Just in case you are lost….like most people are on this site.