Failing.

Sometimes I wonder, what will I amount to? What am I going to be useful for? Apparently, just being the nice guy isn't good enough in this world. I've always been a simple person, not caring much for most things in life. I take it in stride and watch myself grow a bit more everyday. Unfortunately, the day does not grow for me. Nothing happens. Nothing changes. Does the day make me or do I make the day? Everybody tells me all my cons, as if I didn't already know them myself. Yes, I know I'm emotionally fragile with a cursory way of thinking. I don't think before I act. I do what feels right for me. I'm naive and reinstate the obvious. I have problems because I complain too much. I'm stupid because I do the things most people never do. I'm weird and out of place because everybody shuts me out. I'm not interesting because I talk about ideas rather than people. I'm not social because nobody listens to the things I say. I'm not a good friend because I make too many mistakes.


But I am stupid because I admit to having weaknesses. I am naive because I forgive rather than trying to forget with the intention of failing. I am weird because I can't be placed in a stereotype. I am uninteresting because I think too much. I am unsociable because I want to think before I say. I am not a good friend because I don't judge you for the things you do in your personal life.


Call me an emo for tonight I am one. Such a hypocritical world isn't it?