tired.

i am always

oh-so-tired

muscles limp

mind run ragged.

and now

when life

has dealt me

a bad hand

i must remember

what to me

is important

and what

to let

rest.

my family

brushes off

this deep set

nothingness

tells me

"it's normal, for a girl of your age."

but, oh, this bone deep exhaustion

had plagued me

for years now

and i know

something is wrong.

i have to give something up.

my mother says

"it's good for you, you can do it all."

my father

doesn't even seem

to notice

and, my friends?

they may be

the only ones

who really see

how poorly

i treat

myself.