My crime

I'm tired of waiting for things to come to me.

I'm tired of waiting to see if its meant to be.

I'm tired of people always giving up.

I'm tired of myself always having such bad luck.

I'm tired of people telling me who I am.

I'm tired of trying to be something pretend.

I'm tired of dealing with everyone around.

I'm tired of waiting to be found.

I'm tired of me... is what I dont know.

But pretty soon im gonna go.

there wont be any more thing on my mind.

for i have to commite my own crime.