Sometimes I don't know what to write
This is one of those days
It frustrates me to a point
That my anger rolls off in many waves
It makes me disappointed
That I have failed to please
My tiny little ego
Which is never put to ease
This seems like something I'm actually good at
The list contains very few
And when I can not complete my job
Then it is my cue
My cue to give up one piece of my heart
That beats without an obvious purpose
I hate being so cliche but
It kills me to be so imperfect
/k.p./
