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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