I’m Not Tired

I’m not tired
Said the child
With bags under her eyes,
Who was yawning so often,
She risked catching flies.

I’m not tired,
She insisted,
Tears wetting her cheeks
I don’t need to sleep,
Those tears are a leak.

I’m not tired,
She now shouted,
Her hands curled in fists,
I will not be cuddled.
I will not be kissed.

Take away my pyjamas,
She said with a yawn,
I’m not tired,
I don’t need them,
They will not be worn.

I’m not tired,
She sighed wearily,
Trudging to bed,
But I might,
For a moment,
For a bit,
Rest my head…