Many people I see hurt themselves.

They seem to believe that they're harmful to others.

They say, out loud, how horrible they are. 

Yet none of them I've seen have done wrong.

Many people I know are able to talk with ease, seem strong,

and do great.

Yet with their works, they spit upon,

saying everything they make, and are, and do,

are horrible

Yet they lie, I believe, but why?

This, I'm uncertain, and maybe I'll never know.

Maybe, they do it so they can become strong.

Maybe so they can feel harm, so they know how to defend themselves from it.

But I'm not sure. I wish I could help, but I'm no good with words.

And neither would it be my business to tell them right or wrong-

but maybe it's what they need?

I doubt myself, when trying to show others to not.

Still, I'll say and think that they deserve better,

without doing much to help.

You're pretty happy about everything that you've done so far today. You got a lot of work done, made some people happy, made a few jokes that they laughed at.  But still, there's more you can do. It's not as if you're doing a bad job, per say, but more like you're not doing enough.

Despite what you tell your friend, you can't act upon what you've told them. You know that you're young, yet you think ahead of everything. Just as they do. You really shouldn't and you know that, but for some reason, you do.

You decide that it'd be nice to go on a quick break and get online. You talk to a few people, play a few games, but then you're left... Unsure. Unsure on what to do. You don't know where your life is really heading.

You're doing it again. Thinking too far ahead. You're not even through school, and yet you expect to have a clear path in life. You know better.

You decide to get off and sleep. What a short day.