Rant of exaustion
My body punishes me for surviving
each morning of getting up
each week of going to work.
I'm tired of being tired.
And grounchy at being grumpy.
And worked up about being anxious.
Pain is not a plesant companion.
Discomfort is not desired.
Paranoia can piss off.
All I want is to sleep a couple days
so I can feel a little less extra
be a smidge closer to okay.