She Called Me A Sloth And I Did Not Correct Her

She called me a Sloth and I did not correct her.

In her eyes, I dragged my feet,
Procrastinating potential prosperity
And for what?
To sleep longer? To dream more?
No.

She called me a Sloth and I did not correct her.

Because to me, the world was moving too fast
And I was falling behind.
Watching friends get married. More having kids.
Making life changing strides and decisions, while I struggle on picking a shirt in the morning.
Hell, I’ve had more jobs in a year than my brothers had in a decade
And the closest I ever got to a promotion
Was a premonition of persecution.

But don’t think for a second
It’s because I’m lazy.

It’s because I was unprepared.
It’s because the world spins one way
While my mind goes the other
And no amount of prescription drugs
Can correct that rotation,
So my mind will remain
Unceasingly
On a slight axis.

She called me a Sloth and I did not correct her.

Because I would be more than okay
To hide away
And take my time
Living.
Because learning to live
Took me this long
To figure out.

She called me a Sloth and I did not correct her.

She called me a Sloth

And I could not correct her.