Life According To Valerie

Happiness is an achievement, not an entity to borrow I’m a borderline cynic, motivated only somewhat by tomorrow Despite friendly intentions, aggression paves my road Seemingly simple yet harshly taciturn, I carry not a light load People think me judgmental, but it’s really just distrust I open myself up to those around me, only if I must Raised as a burden, my mantra is one of practicality Yet I crave to be noticed, not just cast off as a triviality Hesitant indeed, my sleepless eyes and fumbling hands It is impossible to meet your every demand “Please meet me halfway”, I type with my fingers Ephemeral is your presence, as it no longer lingers