I'm tired.
Tired of the drama
And the blame,
Of being the voice
Of reason.

I'm tired
Of being...

I'm tired
Because I'm not
A punching bag,
A fool,
A blind man,
Nor even a saint.

I'm tired
Of the bickering,
The confusion,
Finger-pointing,
Accusations,
And veiled comments.

I'm tired.
So damn tired.

Tired of being...

But I'm not tired
Of being me.

and what if we don’t have a voice?

people come here and laugh.

it’s so sad.

everything is.

what a simple poem.

That is part of the problem. Too many people feel they no longer have a voice, like it's either ignored or taken from them.

I kept the poem simple, the lines short, for a reason -- to make certain words, phrases, and pauses sink in. Sort of like less giving more punch or emotional weight.

But despite how beaten down I may feel, truth is I like myself. I like the person I am, and so do most people.

Sometimes I may want to give up on the world. And if I'm depressed, it's not because I hate myself. It's because I despise what the world and other people are making us become, both as individuals and as societies. I see solutions and a better way....but too many people seem to want to ignore them, as if they are actually happy in being miserable.

But this poem is only about one little tiny portion of the world, and it's one that everyone here on Mingle has in common.