tired

She sits at a corner where a shadow is rarely seen Stuck in her own world . Thinking of how life deals with her Unable to throw that thought aside which consistently consume her She's tired Tired of feeling alone Tired of pretending like everything is well Tired of being strong So badly she want to cry her heart out but still held back. Why is there so much storm in her world? But deep down in her heart she knows those storms are meant to clear the path her.