bE tiReD/ SicK oF

maybe i am whom i would complain of. i love my family, but i still feel kind of upset sometimes. i stand for mom, although i am her burden without doubt.

i am here. the place i cower is so far away.
i am listening. the voice i murmur at night spreads out.
i am waiting alone. will the soul i pray come to me in the end?