A Slight Rush in Mind

Ideation Personal Distraction Poetry

Trying to be wise
But instead I caught up with lies
The thought became melting ice
Still, can't be bought with such a price
Why is it always so hard for me
Yet others posses it easily

I whine I cry I sweat
Yet they don't give on how I felt
Again why don't they have to try hard
To gain such and various awards
All along patience waited on the edge
But soon I must pass on my own pledge

So I have to think it over
Gradually letting in the chance remover
Cause I might not want it that bad
From what I've been through and what I had
It's the same pattern, same old scene
So I probably ain't so keen
And just watch it
Is it worth it?
I'm much better than that
I know.
It's just another guilt, fakely intoxicating

...I smile as I read what I was stating :)