85th Poem: FAILURE

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FAILURE.

A word that continues to describe me as each day progresses.

I'm an idiotic failure, a complete and utter

Loser, stuck plaguing the

Universe, whether it be in school, in my sport, or at home,

Revise my life? Of course not, it's all been lived.

End, when will it end?


Forever 

Alone

In this terrifying 

Large

Ugly and unjust world,

Reliving each failure 

Every single day. 


All I do is fail, all I do is do everything 

wrong, wrong, wrong!


Why am I like this?

Why do I tell myself these things?

Why do I bring myself down like this?


Why does my head always throw me under a bus, run me over, and spill my thoughts so that only the negative stay, stay like they are glued to my brain?


Nobody calls me a failure,

but I feel like one. 

Nobody tells me I am a loser,

but aren't I?

Nobody informs me that I am doing everything wrong;

maybe they just don't see it?

Nobody is ever alone, 

but who says? 


Hypocrite.

That is what I am. 


I always try to let people know that they are not alone, 

yet,

I am small.


Who am I?

How can I preach things to people when 

I myself cannot even follow my own words?


Failure. 

That is what I am.

I am a failure.


I fail to be myself. 

I fail to be who I tell people I strive to be. 

I fail at being who I should be. 

I fail to show myself who I can be.


I fail.

I fail

I fai

I fa

I f

I


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