It turns out I am not as forgiving as I look.
No matter how hard I try.
It seems I am,
Sitting overlooking,
And contemplating on things.
That's just me.
My being.
My essence.
What I bring to the universe.
You realize that you can't keep up.
But know that what I have to offer,
Is detrimental to the overall growth,
Of yourself and of myself as well.
I was not created to bring peace.
I was not,
Created to solve problems.
Nor become something more,
Of what I had to offer.
Therefore I am stuck.
Not sure what I should make of me.
I am not the resolution.
I am the conclusion that there is,
Everything wrong with me.
Me,
As a whole,
A wrap.
A person that,
You no longer have to worry about.
Gone.
Forgotten.
It just seems correct.
I am not as it seems.
A flower with its petal,
Blowing slowly,
Briskly past the trees.