The original title of this part:
Some poem that's not mine but i translated to basic old english cause i was bored.
I be tired.
tired of the constancy,
the constancy of judgment.
tired of hiding,
hiding whom i very am.
tired of trying to keep firm-set.
I be tired.
tired of pretending,
pretending to be fortunate when all I do lack to try is cry.
tired of not being able to let hie,
let hie of all the pain and emotions that consume me.
tired of feeling whoreson.
I be tired.
tired of being put down,
put down by the people i felt closest to.
tired of dreaming,
dreaming of a life i shall ne'r hast.
tired of not being good enough.
I be tired.
tired of remembering,
remembering how i wont be so fortunate.
tired of the blame,
the blame i put on myself daily.
tired of the spleen.
I be tired.
tired of crying,
crying 'i the bath so nobody can hark.
tired of the fear,
the fear of being judged, hurt, and alone.
tired of failing.
I be tired.
tired of bearing on when all I do lack to try is stop.
tired of being tired.
tired of being me
