I am not the kind of girl

To sit here, idle, with nothing to do

I have work to complete always

Yet I am unable to pick up my pencil this time

I say, I may

"Do it tomorrow"

But "tomorrow" seemed to be two weeks later

And I still have not completed my work

And I must complete my work

Or else I will not pass my class

And would come home to an angry mother

And a house full of disappointment

So there, while I am walking to class

I pick up my pencil and scribble some answers

Then, my teacher holds his hand out when I enter

And I hand him my paper

Proud of accomplishing a task fairly quickly,

I celebrate and continue to procrastinate

Only to find that when I get my paper back

I only got half right.

So I guess, I somehow became that girl

Who sat there idle, doing nothing

While having a world filled with things . . . 

To accomplish