Song of Myself

So tired of looking for acceptance
So exhausted of searching for approval
So sick of explaining and arguing and pretending
I am almost over.
I contain too many contradictions!
I love and hate and use the same old heart all the time…
No wonder it’s so tired…and old…and useless.
Inside every dream, there’s a promise
If I take away all hope
There will be happiness.
Right now I am just embracing reality,
Its cruelty, its absurdity, its unfairness
Without any remorse...
I probably don’t deserve my life; anyway.
Where are the miracles when you need them?