Everybody I know comes to me for solace. I am the place where they go to vent their rage, catch their tears and gentle their wounded souls.
But I'm tired. I'm tired of being the one who has to catch everyone who is falling around me. Sometimes I need a soft place to fall too. Sometimes I need a shoulder to cry on. Sometimes I need to rage. What is it about being a loving spirit that makes the world see you as their own personal dumping ground? Why can't they take the good you have to offer without leaving you feeling like a speck of dirt lying on the ground?
I'm tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault. I'm tired of people who refuse to accept responsibility for their own actions. I'm tired of having my peace of mind disturbed by those around me who wouldn't know peace if it was standing right in front of them. I'm tired of having no voice unless it is what someone else wants to hear.
I'm tired of feeling weak when I know that I am strong. I'm tired of feeling powerless when I know that I am not. I'm tired of feeling trapped when I know I hold the key. I'm tired of being lost in this maze of craziness that surrounds me.
I've always wanted to be a kind and loving person, but lately my thoughts are not so kind. I'm depleted of kindness. I'm depleted of love. I just want to escape.