I'm Sick

I'm sick of waiting

for the world to pass on judgement.

I'm sick of waiting for its punishment.

I'm sick of being afraid of what is to come

whether it is ot bring joy

or if it is to bring tradgedy.

I'm sick of feeling ignored and voiceless

left to fend form myself witout words,

as the world continues to ignore me,

passing me like a forgotten ghost.


I am the one unseen

I am the one unheard

for all I scream and cry

remains in the silent.

I've been shattered once too many.

All the pieces scattered in the wind to be unfound.

Put back together with holes in the middle,

alone and empty,

searching until I fall apart once again.


I'm sick of stitching myself back together,

when I know it is for nothing else but to give an illusion

of a person that is put together,


I'm sick of facing myself everyday

to discover nothing more than dissapointment,

because I know that I will never meet my own expectations,

much less that of the world.

I'm sick because I am infected with











I am sick because I am infected by humanity,

inmperfection and emotion.


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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