Honestly I don’t know how to feel. Love, what’s that. It’s something I have never felt. Do you know what it’s like never achieving anything special, always living in the shadow always being counted out? Nothing that’s what I am, a failure, mediocre, that’s me. People think they know me, they think I’m sheltered, awkward. Perhaps, but truth be told I’m lost. My song is being sung for me and if I could be wiped out at the stroke of a pen it will offer me sweet solace. Each day is a challenge, each interaction taxing my body is not mine, my minds on autopilot. The job I prayed for is not what it’s cracked out to be and there’s nowhere to turn from here. Caught up, dumb founded, shadowed and at their mercy. Forever lost, forever misunderstood.
Sunday, August 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life