Tired (sonnet)

If you're thirsty, water's the greatest thing.
If you're hungry, it's sustenance you need. 
But how do you know what will finally bring
The salve for all your inner wounds that bleed?
If you're cold, it's best to don a jacket.
If you're too warm, then remove a layer. 
But how do you squelch an inner racket
That doesn't seem to respond to prayer?
If you're lost, you can ask for direction.
If you're broke, you can solicit some help.
But how do you fight desire for perfection?
How do you deal with all the boxes on the shelf?
Feels like I pay for love that should be free.
I'm tired of selling myself endlessly.