Tired

I’m tired, tired to the point where my knees get weak and I feel as if they will just fold under me without warning.  My public façade is good, Oscar-worthy even but I’m not “fake”, I’m surviving.  I know what you’re thinking, am I reading about her being tired.  Yes –  you are.  But this…

But

I want so badly to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad.  I’m lazy, yet I want so much.  I say I don’t care, but truth is I care too much that I’m embarrassed.  I like attention, but reject it when I get it.  I wouldn’t say I’m depressed because I’m…