Twenty-four hours in a day, seven days in a week
All these hours and minutes, yet still I feel incomplete.
What have I accomplished in these days which have passed?
Feeling empty and hopeless I know not what I lack.
Tasks left undone, perhaps never started.
Work schedule busy, but from home feels like I never parted.
Sitting doing nothing, just a sigh to get out of bed,
Wonder what have I started, and what days lie ahead.
Time is creeping up behind me, pushing me ahead.
One school year left, my confidence seems so dead.
Motivation is the key, but thats one thing I lost,
I need to find myself once again, no matter what the cost.
So many expectations, dont know if I can keep up,
All I hear is a you can do it and, a I wish you luck!
Sometimes that not enough, and you just need more,
Lack of self-esteem is one thing that I endure.
