Shoulda Been Made It

You can’t hear me

But I’m speaking 

Although I’m trying

I’m still not eating 

The pride gets hard to swallow 

I’m tired but i can’t sleep 

The dream keeps me awake 

The nightmare of failure 

Haunts me in the day

The fear is tragic

Sometimes I get lonely 

But I’m not sure what i crave 

And company is a temporary comfort

Since I’ll be alone in the grave

But the love is addicting 

Attention is a drug

It gets forced down my throat 

I dim the light 

It gets replaced with a stronger bulb

I’m shy and somehow it never shows

I think i can do anything 

But can i 

I’m not God or a superhero

Pockets don’t have any extra zeros

I might not know as much as i think 

I stay away from the drink

Try not to be blunt

But my tongue is rolled that way

And i forgot to stop accelerating speech

When emotions hit the breaks

I’m not perfect 

But what’s the equation 

Because if patience plus

Hard work rooted in prayer

Equals my dreams

I should have been made it.