I’m tired of being your illusion,

of reflecting back to you

what you want to see

just to keep the peace.

 

I’m tired of being a ghost,

something only half-alive,

dead to my own desires.

 

I’m tired of pretending,

of sharing in this denial

and delusion,

helping perpetuate it.

 

I’m tired of being tired,

of escaping into sleep

every chance I get,

just to be free from this existence

for a while.