Everyone else seems to be doing alright.

Why cant I just be fine?

Why am I so hurt and angry all the time?

Why do I care?

Tina shrugged it off just fine.



I used to think I was being over dramatic,

Making a mountain out of a molehill,

But someone out there heard me out,

She’s my friend and I’m glad she gets me.



Every time I talk its the same,

“Someone out there is going through worse”

I really don’t care, do you think this is fun for me?

Do you think I choose to be sad,

To sit and dwell about the agony.



They tell me they get it but they really don’t.

They tell me to be grateful but I just cant.

I’m trying ok, this isn’t easy for me.

Some get tired of my incessant cries for help,

Others don’t know what to do for me.



So I pipe down and stop complaining,

But that only seems to make everything worse.

There’s this feeling in my chest that wont go away,

Like I want to cry but the tears wont fall out.



I don’t choose to be this way

I wish I could be positive like everyone else but I cant

I’m tired of hearing everything will be alright

You’ve been saying that for months now

Nothing has changed.

I feel bad for feeling this much for being so dissatisfied with life

But if you heard my whole story would you truly blame me

Would you call me a drama queen for wanting more



I don’t know what the future holds,

I don’t know how its all gonna work out.

I’m worried that when I finally get what I want,

It wont make any more sense to me.

I don’t know if you understand me,

Its ok if you don’t.

But thanks for reading this tired girl’s poem,

That in itself is enough.