Whether Or Not I Am Welcomed

You don't sit with a wish, That I be responsive to you... Do you? Those days have decayed my patience. Delaying my own priorities, To please others... Have removed those activities, From my need list. And I burned it! Guaranteeing, I would not be emotionally revisiting! Patterns of relied upon sacrifices... Have faded away with yesterday's news. I've learned to find satisfaction, In my own selfishness. I had to! Folks enjoy abusing others. And themselves. Once I tasted happiness... I became addicted. Oh yes! Not a streak of guilt, Rushes through my mind! None I am trying to locate and find. I have placed my wishes as number one. To get things done. Whether or not I am welcomed, By procrastinators. You know the ones who come together, To stir up fresh batches of hypocrisies. Not me! I've graduated. I've been given my diploma. I don't take time to find something wrong, With my life! I wish to uncover each moment of bliss to live. And if I have to create it myself... It will be done! No time am I going to waste in someone's face, Sharing miseries. The world has produced enough of them, Who are already scholars!