Let me be upfront:
I am exhausted.
The real part is:
It’s not like I went and lost it.
I’m tired of trying to please them.
I’m tired of doing what they expect.
I’m annoyed that they assumed,
And that my thoughts remain unchecked.
I am worn-out beyond belief,
Though my demeanor may seem to lie.
Still I look like I can grasp burning coals.
And act as though I don’t have to try.
Though I’ve held up this façade
I’ll admit it; I have no shame
For my honesty and defeat
Are merely one and the same.