Paradox

With a mind that's sharp,

And a skill set to envy,

I'm a wasted potential,

That's the reality.

It's a tragedy, really,

For I'm an overachiever,

With a passion to prove

And yet,

I'm a procrastinator,

With a lack of motivation to move

I have the potential,

To rise above the rest

And yet, I'm held back,

By not trying my best.

Arts, music, writing, and academics,

I'm unsure, why I can't write my own lyrics.

And it's in these moments,

When I see what I'm wasting,

That I realize how it's a paradox,

It's so clear, and yet I'm confusing.