I’m tired

I’m tired
I’m tired of explaining every thought i speak
I’m tired of proving under these bones i breathe

So tired of clarifying with every blink just so I’m seen clearly
by the ones who are committed to their versions of me so dearly

I’ve spent far too long waiting to be held without dropping
Tired of listening to my feelings distorted

I will no more. I’ll just let it be.

Let them glance, glare or perceive
Label Wrong and bad as the whole of me
I can not make them if they dont wanna see
To hold my paradoxes they were never ready
It only ever needed to make sense to me
So, Instead of wasting my breath I’d rather Be