Four of my faults

                 Since before I was eight
            I developed a habit of staying up
            And reading books into the night
                 I still stay up too late

                    I'd rather climb a
             Large, tall cathedral steeple
            Than, smile chat and laugh
        When meeting brand new people

               My tone is rarely what
        Nice people think that it should be
                     I'm so sorry
          I didn't think I was being mean
        But I'd like some more efficiency!

                I overthink everyday
           And indecision shackles me
      So many chances have passed me by
           To hell with all my apathy!