Why do I proceed to make a fool out of myself with persistence?
My success appears to be locked behind my potential,
perhaps serving a life sentence.
I have the tendency to convince myself
that positive outcomes will arise at any instant.
Maybe the results I was looking for would appear
if I remained consistent?
I guess I will never get the shipment.
I don’t believe in happily ever after.
I acknowledge recognizing its possibility would make the process go faster,
But so far it has been a concept
I have unsuccessfully mastered,
Repetitious disasters.
Stuck between failure and motivation.
Fully competent of what I can offer,
I demand a lesson from life
because I’m too impatient.
I often have difficulty trying to convey this,
Because you can say the message word for word
but it never comes out the way you plan to say it.
Especially to those whom the words are spoken to.
We are often rushed into commitments
by people with agendas,
Which we are forced to get accustomed to.
We say our vows and become enslaved.
Prisoners to those who set their ways,
Obligating us to follow suit,
but we never get it tailored when it’s made.
Where is the freedom in that?
How many times will we accept concepts of destiny
and give in without examining the facts?
Just to have fake smiles across our faces.
We constantly give our all for it to go unnoticed,
so we accept where our insecurities will take us.
Expressing emotions and feelings that originate from forsaken places,
It’s hard to accept that damaging relationships
are a part of life’s homeostasis.
Poetry 