Whether Or Not I Am Welcomed

You don't sit with a wish,
That I be responsive to you...
Do you?
Those days have decayed my patience.
Delaying my own priorities,
To please others...
Have removed those activities,
From my need list.

And I burned it!
Guaranteeing,
I would not be emotionally revisiting!

Patterns of relied upon sacrifices...
Have faded away with yesterday's news.
I've learned to find satisfaction,
In my own selfishness.
I had to!
Folks enjoy abusing others.
And themselves.

Once I tasted happiness...
I became addicted.

Oh yes!
Not a streak of guilt,
Rushes through my mind!
None I am trying to locate and find.

I have placed my wishes as number one.
To get things done.
Whether or not I am welcomed,
By procrastinators.
You know the ones who come together,
To stir up fresh batches of hypocrisies.

Not me!
I've graduated.
I've been given my diploma.

I don't take time to find something wrong,
With my life!
I wish to uncover each moment of bliss to live.
And if I have to create it myself...
It will be done!
No time am I going to waste in someone's face,
Sharing miseries.

The world has produced enough of them,
Who are already scholars!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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