In a middle of a happy laughing crowd
You suddenly asked why I looked tired
There's just some things we can't say out loud
But still, you said my answer was required

So, here goes nothing
Of me doing the explaining
It's the kind of tired that even sleep can't cure
It's a feeling that even I find obscure

It's like finding my eyes stained with tears,
Honestly, I've been hiding this pain for years.
You ask me what pain but my emotions are scattered,
I really don't know but my heart's has been shattered.

No, listen it's not that kind of tired
How do I explain this in terms you'd understand?
Let's see, it's no matter how loud I cried—
No, no listen to me—I'm not just sad

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02.05.2022 -- My first poem entry for 2022.