My hands tremble with uncertainty.
The pressure is all on my shoulders
and I collapse under its agonising weight.
I'm crushed mentally and it's not worth standing again.
I've been brought back down to the level I should be.
Those around me shake their heads in bitter disappointment.
I was not what I should of been
Expectations were not reached.
Shunted to the point of non-existance
I now stand in the shadows and silhouettes of those who are the same as me.
Genuine failures, a nobody.
A name which will never be spoken of again
I could of been someone; but I never was that someone.
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