Tired

I am tired of reporting
Every single movement
That I make.

Tired of being tracked
And questioned.
Tired to be careful of each and every move.

My head feels heavy.
My eyes feel droopy.
I am tired just let me go.

Curl up in a corner
In a foetal position.
Stay there forever
No one need know.

My shoulders are laden with worries.
My legs are weary from walking.
How far more,
To end this agonising journey?