I'm tired
My mind is full
And I can't find my way to my brain's faucet
For kicking out all the noises and crowds that have been partying inside.

I'm tired of
Being visualized,
Judged,
Trapped by social media,
And locked into a cage of addiction.
How to live in age
When a cell-phone with full battery controls your whole day
To find it had wasted,
You achieved nothing
And you forgot the pot burned
For following Oliver, Olivia and olive
Thousands of pictures with faking happiness
Welfare, cars and airports.
Pastel Colors and nine rows with the exact theme
With no esteem to the time,
To our counted heartbeats,
And Our wasted goals We could've accomplished instead.

Everyone wants to see you flawless
although they never realized
they have failed making themselves perfect
In the first place.

We all know this fact
We don't look perfect all way long
Unlike the news feed
However, you forgot to feed
Your child and your dog
To envy Olivia for having a Valentine, gifted a rich diamond special watch
Costed one added to it such many zeroes beside.
You feel no way special, with no hero behind.
To feel lonely, frustrated.
I'm just tired of watching Olivia, too
And feeling the same
To thought the whole world is happier than me on instagram,
More communicated on Facebook,
And has higher voice on Twitter.

I'm Tired of squandering hours and hours for capturing flawless pictures 
Bleach my face with the make-up
I don't give a damn to wear in reality
Because damn I hate make-up
Despite, this is not enough so far
There is the editing process left
And the cycle goes on, starts
Fighting for being the most followed,
Steal up strangers attention,
Some comments and likes worthy
Than a time off with family

I'm tired of being judged
For not falling for the hot guy,
But the kind, gentle and nerd one.
I'm tired of being attacked
For not liking the band, or idol
Everybody does
And being bullied
For not being hydrophobic about fashion,
Fake eyelashes, and celebrities dramas
However, sometimes I'm horribly paradoxical to crave following the shepherds. Be all personas I'm tired of when people practice them on me.

I'm tired of
Goofy family traditions,
Although, I turn fanatic towards those who disagree with them.
Wish to be
Wild and free,
Business woman who
Roast every brazen,
Calls myself adventurous,
Seek bizarre life,
With a man with a bizarre history,
Owns a mansion and position in society,
But I'm tired of my own self
When it pushes me back to reality
To the cultural dreams,
A kind village man, children and warm house,
Decent melodies on the background,
Calm life till passing away,
Being a housewife,
Stay up all night fetching the cooking books for a good meal to please my man in the morning.

I creak convincing myself,
It's possible to have the rich man as the village one.
But it can't be.

Always tired of non stop cooperative brain
Thinks about every detail,
Worries about future,
Despite my all trust in God's hands.
Just like a clock didn't set a time for switching off alarming.

Why I fall sleep with active thoughts
About how I would make a project
I would cancel the next day?
To wake up early without a clock
Thought it would be my day
I will finish twenty papers long studies
And memorize one-hundred new vocabularies
To be the successful senior 
But shortly give up and waste my time
The days are limited and counted
Then tears sleek my cheeks, for failing taking responsibility again.
It's not any's but my future's.
And why God help who doesn't militate helping herself? Nor even ask for help.

Tiresome,
Picking some different doors with blocked ways
While avoiding which has been cleared up for me.
To look for the third step
Without taking the first and second
To cry for jumping on the fifth
While the fifth stair hasn't been created yet.
I'm hasty,
Overhasty
And I can't do anything about that
But being fatigued.

Social media
Made me dream,
Make friends,
Yet ruined me
And my school degrees.
Wish to stop ,
To click on a button for a century
Where there is no technology
But Close friends, cozy family and real reactions with no filters.
I'm tired of thinking how we made it hard on ourselves
Like bees refuse to be
but only queen bee
So who's gonna cumulate
the cell with honey when we all become observer queens?

Plastic people all around
Without even pressing on the camera.
I'm tired of being surrounded by those ignorant who thinks they are educated enough
But still can't deal politely with all sectors of various people.
Terrified to find out the conspiracy theories are real
Doubtlessly, I believe it is by reading newspapers and magazines
We are brainwashed
Like a soap washes every sector
With different story
To make us way more apart.
I'm tired of thinking about politics
Because when I do, I believe our world isn't anyway safe anymore.

Thrown these thoughts backwards
To play indie music
To remind myself how indpendment I become.
To feel proud of how far I become. Proud for never accepting
Except what I really strive
to have.

I don't know
But it feels it hasn't rained for years
However, the sun never shined on my zone.
His face is apart
And I'm thirsty.
I am tired of
thinking about dying before
Seeing the sun lights up my eyes
With his appearance sight.

Eventually,
When I look at our world,
I recongize,
I'm tired of
worring so much
about
Where are we going?
What is left for to face?