The art of procrastination, is to not care at all.
What a fool I am?
To assume I could do nothing at all,
other than worry.
They told me I was going to make it,
To be someone they never were,
Torn faces look upon me,
Disappointment filled with despair.
I love you.
The three words that have yet to touch my ears.
Life is not race,
Pace yourself and appreciate ,
What you have been gifted.
the constant unattainable desire to become accepted.
To be loved is to be broken,
To be broken is to be loved.
How sad to think I'll never be either.
— The End —