Everyone says I should feel proud,
for everything I've accomplished,
but the truth is, I feel tired.

Tired of meeting all those other people's expectations,
of not being able to give up.

I just want a day when no one expects anything from me,
just a hug,
but for them to come right up to me,
right up to my side so I can give it to them.

Tired of listening to solutions,
or opinions at best,
but no one looks inside,
my inside,
to see how I'm feeling.

"Don't let the wall fall on you,
when they take away your painting."

My tearful heart,
with the walls in the floor,
ceiling, living room, and dining room.

The basement didn't know where to go,
it was already buried,
like my confidence and self-esteem.

My eyes wept blood,
and my heart tears.

You're poisoned, my slapped heart said,
while my brain had released so many toxins,
to exterminate the world's population.

But the voice of my mind was the important one,
singing to the 7 cardinal points,
we're useless, we're worthless.