Frustration and Procrastination

I'm never on time, and I cannot stand waiting

I scowl when I should struggle a smile,

I'm far too compassionate so I get used now and again.

I have a system for everything,

I loathe when it becomes bungled.

I'm neurotic and compulsive,

Though still not as bad as some.

On occasion I speak before I consider,

So it comes out all wrong.

My mind is a slave to the past,

I so desperately seek the future.

I yearn for the ability to move on,

Why can't I just block things out like the rest of it?

All things considered,

These imperfections make me who I am.