To Whom It May Concern,
I am tired.
I’m tired of the lip. I’m tired of the emotional immaturity, and of the arrogance. I’m tired of shouldering all the blame when very little of it is mine.
I’m nearly tired of holding it all in.
It could be that someday I’ll let it out. I mean largely let it out, to everyone around, not just my selected few. I could tell the truth. Explain to them the you you really are, instead of the you you want them to see.
For now I'm bigger than that. I am.
It's just I had to say this here, because I’m tired. And you know I think things out. I write them out. And I keep it real.
Are you keeping it real?
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