I'm sick of being perfect,
I'm sick of doing it all,
I'm sick of walking on this ledge
And trying not to fall.

I'm sick of being your leaning post,
Your strength, your sword, your stone,
I'm sick of helping you win your wars
While I face mine alone.

I'm sick of being the crying shoulder,
The one on whom you depend.
I'm sick of the abundance of acquaintances
But the lack of real friends.

I'm sick of dealing with my life
Without any help,
And I'm sick of being your someone -
I need somebody else.

I'm sick of all this acting,
I'm sick of this facade,
I'm sick of being a performer,
And of being your demi-god.

I'm sick of being called upon
To rise above and lead.
I'm tired and I'm weary,
I cry and then I bleed.

I'm sick of responsibility,
I'm sick of being strong.
It's hard to believe that this hell
Is what I wanted for so long.

I'm sick of being busy,
Never having a moment to spare,
And I'm sick of acting happy,
Pretending I do not care.

I'm sick of not being good enough,
I'm sick of constantly trying,
I'm about ready to give up,
My work is unsatisfying.

I'm sick of being respected
For everything I do,
I'm sick of the people who think that
This one person can be two.

I'm sick of people thinking I'm great
And bowing to worship me,
Get up, you fool, I'm just like you.
What is it you don't see?

I'm sick of people thinking
That my life is oh-so-nice.
I'm frustrated, don't you know it -
Perhaps you should think twice.

I'm sick of being perfect,
I'm sick of doing it all,
I'm sick of walking on this ledge
Knowing that soon I will fall.

09.18.00