Tired of me

I’m tired of living like a sentry at war

Always scanning the room, always locking the door

My mind’s a minefield I tiptoe across

Every thought a trigger, every silence a loss

I’m tired of the tricks I play on my brain

Distractions and noise just to dull out the pain

I drown in tasks, in music, in sound

Just to keep the ghosts from circling around

I’m tired of proving I’m not what they say

Tired of fighting shadows that won’t go away

Tired of nights where sleep feels like a lie

And mornings where I’m already too drained to try

I’ve built a fortress from habits and walls

A kingdom of numbness where nothing calls

But even the walls I build start to crack

And I’m left with myself, staring back

I’m tired of running, I’m tired of disguise

Tired of living inside other people’s eyes

Tired of surviving but never quite free

Tired of distractions…

Tired of me