I use my illnesses as an excuse to not do what needs to be done, to not do what I want to be done.
I spent hours and hours on a project I love, but will likely never finish.
I went the whole week without finishing a single assignment.
I leave my hundreds of abandoned projects by the wayside, despite wanting to work on them all.
I dream of creating so, so much, but don't ever commit to something because it's not instantly gratifying.
I wrote a poem about how awful I am for friends and strangers alike to see and pity me over.
I told my parents that I did homework when I just lazed around all week.
I waste money on food when there's food in the house.
I woke myself up too late at night with this poem in mind.
I want to **** myself sometimes.
I don't know if this is similar to any kind of previously defined poem, but I followed a clear pattern in my word choice and stanza structure that I haven't seen elsewhere. Sometimes, you just want to define yourself, even if the definition isn't really always true.
I think I'll call this kind of poem "Défini via des Mots," because it just seems right to name it in french, haha.