Teach Me to Feel

I’m tired.

I’m tired because I don’t sleep well.

I’m tired because people expect too much.

I’m tired because I expect too much.

         Of myself…

                   And People…

I’m tired because every time I look in the mirror, a part of my being shatters.

I’m tired because of you.

I’m alright.

The bags under my eyes should be enough to tell you that I’m not.

I’m alright.

Its said with a smile, but means so much more.

I’m alright.

Its become a mantra, a guard, a wall, a whatever you want to call it.

I’m alright because you taught me that I have to be alright.

I don’t deserve help.

I don’t need help.

I don’t want help.

I’m not bad enough for help.

I’ll just take away from someone that needs help.

I have no reason to be sad.

I have no reason to be angry.

I have no reason to be on the edge all the time.

I’ve been given gifts,

         More gifts than others.

                   God’s gifts.

I’m blessed. I have no reason to be sad.