When you think that the whole world revolves around you and that it is never your fault
I don’t know about you but I’ve been throwing a lot of fits lately. And I tell you: it ain’t pretty.
That would make life a tad bit simpler. From one ruined plan to another, it is without a doubt that one would think that the universe is conspiring against them. It’s just hard to understand. You think you’ve solved a problem when you’re only faced with a bigger mess. It’s tricky and it’s complicated. And because of this, it’s just too easy to give up.
I can’t help but hate it.
I have this extremely bad habit of making other people decide for me. On the other hand, I hate it when people tell me what to do. Is there something wrong with me?
Get me out of here!!!
I feel so bad now that I think of it: why am I not as accomplished as everybody else? When did I ever become so small?
Here I go again, fixing other people’s problems but mine. Heck.
because I’m scared if it does:
it was nobody’s fault—
only the moment’s. But
who’s to say so?
Since I’m here, and caught
in the act, in that moment
especially when I wish I wasn’t.
But who gets a say on anything?
All the pressures, the problems, the sorrows, you’re bound to be disappointed. With everything, with all things, like the small things. If you think about it day and night, and let it consume you, it will. So don’t, then it won’t. You know better than that.
