Illness

I'm sick of playing sidelines.

I've been doing this all my life, and I'm sick of it.

I'm sick of being ... there. But not.

And of talking to things that act like walls. That don't talk back.

I'm sick of people looking for me for the wrong reasons.

I'm sick of being blur.

And asking too many questions.

I'm sick of reading people the wrong way.

I'm sick of people who don't think.

Oh, and also too-hot days. And nosebleeds.

And I'm annoyed that in just an hour, I'll be back to my normal self.

And I'll let people step all over me all over again.

*starts countdown to happiness*