A Failure


Falling short to achieve success

In all attempts to impress

Those you love.

I ruin the plans of others lives

So I wonder: “why am I alive?”

I’m what you call a “failure”,

in my girlfriend, friend, and parents eyes.

Its like my life is a game,

surrounded by thousands of mines.

There’s no restart button and I have only one life.

I always wonder, “will I survive?”

Through my careful actions and strategic planning

I always slip up and meet my demise.

As I fall, I see lights flash before my eyes

I hear voices screaming, “You’re a failure!” You’re worthless!”

“I wish you would die!”

So I question my own existence:

Was I a mistake? Is my life a played out lie?


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