An excuse to cry

When I was smaller,
And I started screaming in the middle
of a supermarket -
A dry, little, red face among the fruit
and veg.
My mum always looked slightly flustered
But
she told me, "You're just tired",
Her placebo words,
reassuring in a pram -
I was always just
tired.

Now when I'm asked what's wrong
(Can
answer for myself)
My truth is much the same -
"I'm
just tired,
So tired."