Tired

I'm tried of feeling left out. I'm tired of feeling like the world against me. Its either the most beautiful rose, or the heaviest rain. Some understand me when I say I am tired because the world never stops turning. The time doesn't ever slow down. There is no resting. There is only work. 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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