Lazy me, always the underachiever
From day one, always the bare minimum
The easiest path through my curriculum
Apathy infectious, like a brain fever
They used to tell me I was gifted
Strangled by expectations, mind constricted
Not long till I was a disbeliever
I was merely average, so I live that way
Everything I do is mediocre, merely 'okay'
But my mind is a dream weaver
Even my art is bare minimum, lazy scrawls
My writing just cheap words with no meaning at all
But I call myself a writer, quite the deceiver
Why am I content with mediocrity when I could be more?
Maybe I am gifted, just something I ignored
If only I did more than the bare minimum, then I feel I could call myself a writer
- 2/21/21
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Garrulous
PoetryA collection of poems based around whatever was running through my mind at the time. Whether it be my life experiences or just a dumb idea I thought of. Feel free to hop around to whatever poem catches your eye, they vary widely in tone and theme. I...
