Tired

I’m tired of this world
Too many things I couldn’t control
Too many things I couldn’t achieve
Too many things I couldn’t accept

I need a break from this world
A getaway from it all
I’m sick of the materialistic ways
That makes the life go round

Shouldn’t it be okay if I’m not pretty?
Shouldn’t it be okay if I’m not rich?
Why should it matter if I’m bloody famous
When my heart is as dark as coal?

The superficial cocoon I created
Is now finally eating me outside in
The values I held highly before
Are now leaving my heart empty