apology
dear mom,
i'm sorry i couldn't make you proud.
i'm sorry i couldn't live up to your dreams.
i'm sorry i drive you crazy daily.
i'm sorry i hardly speak to you anymore.
but i promise i've been trying
trying to motivate myself
trying to live my own dreams
trying not to procrastinate
because tomorrow i want to wake up early and watch the sun rise
i want to drink coffee and watch the sun rise and do my homework
and tomorrow i want to be productive before visiting my friends
i want to be productive and make you proud
and tomorrow i want to rid myself of stress
i want to rid myself of stress and sadness and anger
and tomorrow i want to be the best that i could be
i want to become a better person and make the world a better place
but today i'm still me
sadness and lack of motivation and anger and hatred all combined
today i'm still me
slumping at my desk, watching youtube, playing games
today i'm still me
with so much to do and so little time and even less productivity
today i'm still me
nothing more than checkmarks on an aesthetically pleasing page.
i wish i could change.
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