Tired

I’ve grown tired of people,
and they of me.
The frivolous mind wanders aimlessly
I won’t lie not to you or to me
The dreams I’ve had were not to be
Even if it were it wouldn’t be me.

Scoffs, that's what I hear.

I’ve had enough of people
and they of everything.
Minding everyone is not how it should be.
No reason to love everyone, that’s just not reality.
Everyone has in it for themselves no time for you
Expect less and you’d be rewarded
that’s just psychology.

Grimace I become, why is it like this.

Doors are closed, people shut me off
Sharp gazes I feel everywhere
It’s not real, its not there;
Competition I make for myself,
Scars me even more.

Where does it come from? Asks the fool.

Society isn’t fashionable-emptiness is
I wallow in my own hubris
A façade of traps I scatter on the field
then I dance around it not moving an inch
No point in waiting no more
I’d better stop sleeping.
I’ve grown tired of people
And of me.