Tired
I'm tired of feeling spent,
tired of paying rent.
In a home that feels cold,
in a place that feels old.
I'm expected to provide,
I panic constantly inside,
They push and pull,
asking me to be full.
Yet I linger in my content.
The only space I dont feel spent.
Is it so wrong?
To want to draw it out this long...
Tell me,
Is it so wrong to enjoy me?











