i feel so helpless,
too aware of my shortcomings
that i overcompensate
by saying “yes” to it all.
maybe it’s that
i don’t want to miss out on anything important
i want to believe i’m socially well-adjusted
when in reality,
all i’m capable of giving is a barely detailed summary
instead of a though out novel.
and in the end,
we all believe what we want to see in others
instead of accepting them for what they are,
what they never will become,
and what they stand for.