Exhaustion

by a broken smile with a broken heart is a poets life   Sep 16, 2024


I'm exhausted,
I try to scream and detach,
Yet this exhaustion weaves itself into my bones.
It robs me of my smile,
It robs me of my identity.
I don't know who I am.
I'm exhausted of living someone else's life.
A life I never wanted but I'm trapped now.
Forever lost and molded into someone else's idea of happy.

*AC

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