Poems Vol.1 ~emotional~

.pRoCrAsTiNaTiOn.

i consider myself to be smart, i guess.
i'm a good christian, i guess.
but now the grades are lowering,
and there's none of me left for god to bless.

i'm wasting time, whatever.
i'm putting things off, whatever.
but at last minute i'm madly rushing
and it feels the anxiety will last forever.

"i need to change," i say.
"i'm going to work hard," i say.
but then i get sucked into my own deep thoughts;
it's put off for another day.

i'm procrastinating now, oh well.
i should be studying, oh well.
why, even with this- its 11:30.
i started writing when darkness fell.

yeah, i can rhyme, so what?
that doesn't mean anything, so, so what?
words can go on forever and ever.
nothing explains what i feel. i'm a klutz

who feels uncomfortable, always,
i feel physically drained, always.
i get tired, tired, tired
just walking down the hallways.

i'm procrastinating now, don't you see?
i'm getting off topic on purpose, don't you see?
i am bored with writing this topic.
so i'll just end here, go, we're now both free--

-c