There are other things I should do.
I'll feel better if I do them,
I know it,
Yet something in me says do anything else. What is that 'something'?
Lack of experience or character? Chemical imbalance in the brain?
Some sort of dependency on the feeling of feeling like there's always something I should be doing?
A laziness that says "It's just too hard"?
I hate the feeling, yet I sat down and wrote a poem.
Yes, I hate the feeling, but apparently not as much as I hate the doing.
Weird.
Sometimes I sit back and wonder who this person is that I live in.
