Yug's Portfolio

I tell myself I am just waiting
for the right vibe to start,
like motivation is a guest
who forgot my address.

My desk is perfectly clean,
which feels productive somehow.
If everything around me is organized,
maybe my thoughts will be too.

The clock ticks louder at night.
It sounds less like time passing
and more like a reminder
that I am passing it back.

I say I work best under pressure,
like stress is some kind of superpower.
But diamonds take years to form,
and I only have until midnight.

I watch other people finish their work,
post their grades, move ahead.
It is easier to double tap their success
than risk failing at my own.

When I finally start,
it is not confidence pushing me.
It is fear,
dressed up as a deadline.

I call it procrastination.
But maybe it is just being scared
to try
and find out I am not as good
as I hoped.