Procrastination to Perfection: A Poem
There’s too much to do so I write it all down.
Afraid to skip one, miss one, lose one, forget one.
So I write it all down and the words stare back at me,
Mock me, make me lose my sanity.
Can’t get anything wrong so I scream profanity.
This need for perfection, oh the inhumanity.
Don’t mistake this for vanity;
its actually gravity filling this cavity with anxiety that’s panicky.
I have the capacity to lose touch with reality,
and this mentality that spreads to insanity
If I fail this academy.
I’ll procrastinate until I’m sure I can get this right.
No, not right.
Yes, I think that will suffice.
I’ll procrastinate until I can alleviate
this stress that I accumulate.
Maybe then I will eliminate the mountain-state of fear I’ll humiliate.
This feeling I impersonate a person who can calculate and uncomplicate.
I’d rather incarcerate myself for the disseminate
of exaggerated and extrapolated lies.
Lies covered in slime
It feels like a crime
To switch on a dime
From fears that I’m
Unable to use an enzyme
To now wasting time.
But if I never fail.
Then I’ll never feel frail, and that sounds like a sale to me
I’ll take it with glee.
But I’ll also never sail, or have a tale of the time I escaped this mind jail
and obtained my PhD.