I feel a bit like a failure.
I feel a bit of a fraud.

I can't seem to keep up the most important of things,
But I can hold on to distrust for so so long.

I can't seem to please myself,
So I push that on to anyone who's willing to listen.

I don't believe that I deserve long lasting things,
So I cut them off before they find me.

Anything that's too good
Is too good for me.
And I'm
No good
For anything.

I feel a bit like a failure.
I feel a bit of a fraud.
I feel as though
I'm not enough
I'm too much
I'm nothing.
I'm everything.
I'm a mess.
I feel that I'm stunted,
Although it's only by myself
So I'll stay
By myself.

A failure.
A fraud.
I'll stay
By
myself.

And
It's over.

One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight

Months.

Those plans
We made,
You'll keep them.

I'll
Make some
Anew.

Floral
Flighty
Frightened
Fauna

Falling in love
When you have an agenda
Is so
Painful

I need to remember
For the sake of my heart
That I
Am temp-
Orary.

I don't want to spend my youth
Without
In order to spend my future
With

I am willing to throw my tomorrow
Into the wind
As payment for a better
Today

I will risk what lies ahead
To ensure peace where I am
Right
Now

The future is not guaranteed.
The future is not a given right.
The future is not fair.

Today is sure.
Today is a gift.
Today is what I wake up to every morning.

So I will not stop living
For the future.
I will live on
For today.

Life is beginning
To feel like a game of
Pretend.

I am no longer
In control of
The imagining.