Pauly's Poems

Trying not to think.
But I'm trying not to worry.
I only wish, I wasn't in,
so much of a hurry?
Stupid things keep eluding me.
Keeps me from, what I'm meant to be doing.
But I still don't do a thing?
Yet, I still continue to worry?
Never taking care of things,
especially the ones, that mean so much to me?
I wonder if you really care?
Do you even barely think it?
If or when, I'm lonely here.
I would like to be perfect, or at least
I'd like to be close to it.
So I'm trying not to think again?
But apparently,
it's not working.