Procrastinator

My voice sounds so sincere
As my words ricochet off the walls,
I built around myself
And my procrastinating instils in me, a great fear
To break down my walls would be an struggle,
A strain,
And I have nothing to prove
And yet, I have naught to show either
So in my empty world, I pull my nothing around me, to huddle
I sit and think, instead of move
But I speak out again, to hear my words
To let them sooth

Nikki
Poetry For The Broken - http://rabidbunni.tripod.com