Who I am is who I will Be
I'm procrastinating again
Like I always do
I think it's gotten a lot worse
But I still feel numb to it
This should scare me immensely
I'm almost 25
I have no career
Have not graduated community
Still live with my family
No job
Who am I?
This isn't who I was.
Or who I used to be
I thought there was gonna be hope for the future
But some people just didn't want me to be happy without them.
So I'll talk about who I was then
Ambitious, young
Slow at times, yes
But I fought for everything I wanted with blood and tears
And just like that I lost it.
And now this is who I am?
God, I'm a mess.
Too much time has passed.
It's too late.
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