_Sick_

I'm sick of this place
Of this anger and time
I'm sick of their indecision and self-destruction
Of mine
I'm sick of talking
of being ignored
I'm sick of being alone
of their habits when they get bored
I'm sick of being an outsider
of constantly refusing
I'm sick of being looked at
of being appraised for their using
I'm sick of their prejudice
of no-one being enough
I'm sick of the materialism
of love being about stuff
I'm sick of myself
of my own insecurity
I'm sick of wanting love
Of needing them to need me