I tire of my body, I tire of my pain
and the whirlwind scraping the walls of my skull.
I tire of the weeping willow cracking and sprouting
within the eyes of those who look upon me.
I tire of courage, and of strength, and
personal earthquakes that make me cry silent tears.
I tire of the cramping, in my thighs and calves and feet
and the pills, pills, the mountains of pills!
I tire of doctors, nurses, interns, psychiatrists and
those housewives who think I'm on drugs, or lazy.
I tire of hearing "Don't talk like that, you have to stay more positive"
when discussing my logic in regards to my illness.
I tire of being tired, oh so