Stories of my life and record of my thoughts done in poetic form.
Friday, April 1, 2016
I am weary of people who, in their immaturity, expect me to shoulder their consequences.
I am weary of people who, making poor choices, expect me to make it right.
I am weary of people who, expending no effort, expect me to make them happy.
I am weary of people who, neglecting to plan, expect me to make exceptions for them.
Yes, this is a weary load, But it is not mine to carry.