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There was a period over 2 months that I hardly left my home. I was sick. Sick of what I knew was waiting on the other side of the door. Sick of giving people the “benefit of the doubt,” only to feel foolish every time. I could not sleep and maintaining my personal sanity literally exhausted me. To this day, I am still sick… but I know that the “cure” will come from the actions I take when I walk out the door… because I could not find healing hiding in my home.

I’m sick of people looking for reality by staring into a television and not out of a window.

I’m sick of people building fences instead of bridges.

I’m sick of all the money being made off of the ill and misguided – obese people being allowed into buffets, alcoholics being served at bars and women with low self esteems assured false confidence with cosmetic surgery.

I’m sick of seeing people with I-pods, I-phones … but no I-dentity.

I’m sick of women feeling uglier with every beauty magazine they read.

I’m sick of people reaching for their camera to capture the moment instead of living in it.

I’m sick of people sending letters to the inbox and not through the mailbox.

I’m sick of people buying jeans with tears and holes in them because they’re not daring enough to do it themselves.

I’m sick of hearing people complaining about their healthcare coverage during their cigarette break.

I’m sick of watching people feed pigeons and letting homeless people die of starvation.

I’m sick of hearing people complain about their financial problems while they run up a $60 bar tab.

I’m sick of seeing fat kids playing basketball with a controller, tennis without a racket and playing a guitar with no strings.

I’m sick of everyone wearing so much black and then wondering why the world’s so depressing.

I’m sick of families only getting together when their calendar tells them to or when someone dies.

I’m sick of everyone communicating with their thumbs instead of their voice.

I’m sick of turning on my radio only to find out that the number 1 song is about getting wasted or fucking someone you can’t remember.

I’m sick of watching atheists exchange gifts on Jesus’s birthday.

I’m sick of people praying in casinos, praying in prisons, praying in hospitals … but not praying any other time. Because all they want from God is another dollar and another day to spend it.

I’m sick of seeing millions of people shopping at 3 a.m., eating a pound of meat at 3 a.m. and watching stupid television at 3 a.m. but not sleeping at 3 a.m.

I’m sick of women covered in make up with fake tits, fake color contacts and wearing fake engagement rings complaining that they can’t find any honest men.

I’m sick of seeing dogs in strollers and kids on leashes.

I’m sick of people driving fast and walking slow.

I’m sick of people eating just because they can’t think of anything else to do… while people on the other side of the world are trying to think of anything besides the fact that they are starving and dying.

I’m sick of people replacing things that aren’t broken.

I’m sick of seeing people walk from their handicapped parking space.

I’m sick of everyone shopping at wal-mart and then wondering why no one can find a job.

I’m sick of people I’m sick of hearing about Tiger woods, Britney spears and Angelina jolie from everyone who checks their email.

I’m sick of people counting calories instead of counting how many miles they ran.

I’m sick of people shopping online for hours because they’re too lazy to stand in line for a few minutes.

I’m sick of seeing rebellious teens with absurd facial piercings because they’re mad at their parents.

I’m sick of people with thousands of dollars in home electronics and dvd’s complaining how expensive it is to go out.

I’m sick of people who get married… not because they’re excited to be together but because they are afraid to be alone.

I’m sick of people deriving their self worth from their net worth.

I’m sick of people taking advice from those who charge them for it and not from those who care enough to give it away.

I’m sick of the energy drink obsession. The caffeine just allows people to make more mistakes in less time.

I’m sick of movies about vampires who live forever… watched by people who don’t even live a full day.

I’m sick of people who get cut up by a surgeon because they were too lazy to get cut up at the gym.

I’m sick of people treating their cars and their bodies like shit and expect them to work every morning.

I’m sick of little African kids in diamond mines dying because people in America don’t know how to say I love you.

I’m sick of primpy bitches carrying hundred dollar purses without even a dollar to their name to put in it.

I’m sick of all the conspiracy theories passed around by people too lazy to take control of their own lives.

I’m sick of everyone waiting until January 1st to change what’s wrong with their life.

I’m just sick of it.

I’m sick of seeing people so uncomfortable. Not just uncomfortable in their shoes or their shirt… but uncomfortable in their own skin.

I’m sick of people lying to themselves and struggling to believe it. Then getting to a point where they want to tell the truth but have forgotten what the truth is.

I’m sick of people spending their lives either waiting to live or waiting to die.

I hope my illness is contagious… I hope that you’re sick…

… and I hope you get better!

4 Comments leave one →
  1. anthony m permalink
    November 5, 2010 9:08 AM

    Great poem!

  2. TWD permalink
    November 8, 2010 9:56 PM

    Perfect poem.

  3. kat permalink
    January 13, 2011 12:09 AM

    yes i have been sick too long now:(

  4. danielle permalink
    January 25, 2011 9:36 AM

    Everyone’s fighting a battle.
    I’m sick of seeing complaints rather than the beauty.
    You sound like someone you’d be sick of in your poem.
    Instead of focusing on the positive in the world –
    you just listed a bunch of things you didn’t like about the world.
    Why don’t you take the first step?

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