That's What They Told Me

Location

Rejection

Move within the winds of doubt and uncertainty

Cast away, allow me to be your Tom Hanks

I am unknowingly biased towards my own success

The days I spend perfecting

By night, I've succumbed to rejection

All in all, I am withering

Flaky leaves of insecurities haunt me

Golden knuckles of dysfunction attack

The source of my foundation is unbound

The calling of my duty is without warning

I am not my failures

I am only fragments of success

Or that yet to come

I have exhausted possibilities yet foreseen

I am winning

Or, at least that's what they told me

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