Piece of Nothing

Sometimes I feel like a failure

A washed up piece of nothing

all too aware of how inconsequential I am in this lifetime


Sometimes I want to give up

I want to run away

I want to pretend like I don't know who the person is in this reflection

Recreate an entire identity


But that identity would eventually tarnish and be a piece of nothing as well


So I keep rolling on in this body and name

because at least I already know what I am


It would be worse to have a false hope of a new start

only for it to be ripped away

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