The Promlem Is

by, Cassandra

Another sleepless night
Another procrastinated moment
I'm getting so much better
At taking my life for granted
Thinking everything will fall
Into place with no help from me
Without giving it any muscle…
And when it doesn't I wonder why
Complain about my life
How nothing's right
I need to get it through my head…
I am the weak link in this equation
I am where the problem is…