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What am I tired of?
Tired of the World?
Tired of Hatred?
Tired of the ignorance of the Bill of Rights?
Or Tired of my life?
I'm tired of my life, is one of the above.
It is clearly that no one has a happy life,
but it seems to me that everyone has an imperfect one.
I'm dead inside, and I'm reversed
In my own eyes, I see myself as the perfect one,
but in other, I'm seen to be on their blacklist.
Why repeat what has been told?
Why repeat what has been seen?
I know I'm not perfect, and no one will ever be.
I have issues, so does every other human being like me.
I may be rude,
not from life,
but from time not waiting for anyone.
I have no time to reverse
to change what I have said,
the decisions I have made,
and the love I have given.
Friends, Family, and Loved ones,
complain I am not perfect,
My attitude is disrespectful,
the words I say hurt people.
I can't control what I say,
My anger races over me,
I fear I may not change,
until someone has given me the attention,
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