Poem: Not My Problem

So she's a flake;
it's not my problem.
So things get put off;
it's not my problem.

The flaws of others,
in relation to me,
are not my problem.

My problem is living
and enjoying,
every moment,
of every day,
to the fullest extent possible.

Not spinning my
wheels
in useless frustration.
Taking their burdens
into my heart
and festering in pain
over things
I can do nothing
about.

My problem is myself.

And the Answer
is
to
Breathe.