Tired

I hate everything I write
So why do I put it in writing?
No idea
The idea that nothing is ever good enough
Perfection is a fickle lover
One minute it lifts you up
The next it drops you on your face
I'm tired of the negativity
And the same old tired characters
A boy and his beasts
Warriors and demons clash
Blaming my parents every fucking week
It's all so weak
Who is the judge?
You tell me!
Nothing is ever good enough until you believe
And I don't believe I'll ever be
Maybe I'm not even alive and I'm just a ghost
Just fragments of a man once destined to reign
Now destined to list ideally throughout clouded memories
I want to be different
I'm tired of being me