My Life Is But a Nutshell

my life in a nutshell; I spend each day following myself And others around (Yet I keep that coverted at times) Waiting for a command or a criticism that I may have once [l]earned from my peers We ask each other For honest opinions And then retaliate as if Having expected to repress anything less Than aplomb feelings laid out In our minds No matter the outcome I still wonder why I bothered to listen to the degrading words At all My life in a nutshell; I am intolerant to these stringent misconceptions i cannot help to perceive Of myself And those who Guide me And create short-lived diversions But today is but an ordinary day which will repeat tomorrow Where I will be Mourning those sophomoric yet moving days When I did not question The ingratiating existences I follow around My life Is but a nutshell.