Tired Poem by Reginald Francois

Tired of be last
Tired of being the past
Tired so solving the problems of other
But my tears can never fall on the shoulders of brothers

Tired putting fake smiles
Tired of feeling like my troubles stretch for miles
Tired of having to wait
Whiles watching others behind eating as I hold an empty plate

Tired of fooling myself
Tired of praying for my health
Tired of being tired
Wanting so much for this stress to be expired