Looking at the ceiling
Lost in thought
As you count the grain
Embedded in the paint
For what seems
Like the hundredth time
Thinking about your life
As your mistakes flash by
One by one
But not present
For more than an instant
Trying to count your mistakes
And all your imperfections
Though you know you could
Spend countless lifetimes
Trying to list them all
One does not have time
To name their imperfections
Perhaps it is because people
Try tho hard to be accepted
When they could be themselves
And live happily with true friends
Never shall humanity know
The reason why people ponder
Over their lives
Picking apart every flaw
Within a span of minutes
And no one has the time to waste
On such things
When time can be spent better elsewhere
YOU ARE READING
From My Mind To Yours
PoetryWARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU BECOME EASILY SAD These are depressing poems. I advise you to not read them if you are young or your heart strings can be easily pulled.
