Today, he cancelled my creative writing society
so I could get more work done.
Making new friends would have to wait.
It's always like this, compromise with him
always turns into the reality principle,
where delayed gratification never comes.
At least not the way I want it to.
Yes he gets me out of bed, gets me to breakfast in time,
gets me to campus at a reasonable hour. But at the end of the day
he always makes sure I can sit and do nothing
but stare at the screen, wasting away
the few hours of freedom I've got.
Sometimes I like to be there, sometimes I'd rather not.
I'm starting to realize how he comes around when things go wrong.
I have a hard time wondering if he still knows what's best for me,
since today it seems all he wants to do
is get me into a room
alone with him.
He spent my whole life getting me used to the idea
Well, perfectionism, you can cancel my creative writing society
but I am still writing.
Don't tell me there isn't enough time to write a poem.