I’m tired now,
I was tired yesterday,
and I will probably be tired tomorrow.
It’s not my job,
it’s not the heat,
it’s not even the cat callers.
It is you.
Because I have to tell you everyday that I am fine.
You don’t care,
I don’t care,
But I want to,
please know that I want to care.
It’s just that once I open those gates,
the flood will kill me.
Deep down, I have a savior complex,
they can smell it.
I’ll be wrung dry before we can meet at the elevator and perform our little greeting ritual.