tired of eyes
of pity of sorrow of disappointment
directed inwards or unto me a mystery
tired of stares
of wonder of love of hate of desperation
mixed in one – a delightful cocktail
tired of feeling them trail like coattails
of letting them control me of second-guessing
how much is me with out them all
tired of my inaction and ability to only desire
tired of being tired of being tired of being
hiraeth 