Every breath I take is
Another second wasted.
Trying but only mentally
To reach that life they've tasted.
Never giving up
But every day I'm giving in.
Procrastinating angel
Living life with no real sin.
But still deeply unsettled
by how I no longer try to win.
Knock on the window of opportunity,
But it's locked and though
I could probably take a stance.
I'd rather lay in waiting playing hooky,
And just leave the work
to someone with a chance.
Top ten percent
and lovely people all around,
But pained by all this info,
I rather wish I hadn't found.
It's troubling yet so numbing
How there's so much going wrong
Yet I am powerless to stop
all the happenings going on.
And in this house, this life,
I feel,
I may not ever belong.
Why do I become so weak when told that I'm capable; strong?
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The Things I Leave Unsaid
PoetryMy thoughts in poems. I'm not suicidal or even truly unhappy. I'm just confused and lost and I hope someone out there understands. These are the everyday thoughts I have that float around in my mind. This is my life, in poems. I like my poems and I...
