This is the story of an overachiever
That died long before death comes
Her breathe stops when she does not met their expectation
They say that failure is not really her thing
Little did they know that sentences is what it takes to kill her
For every steps she takes,
She takes it very carefully, cautiously
Afraid that failure would hugged her tight at night
And never let her go
Afraid at the dark voices that speak to her and resides in her mind
This is the story of an overachiever
That sleeps at 1 and wakes up at 3
That life revolves around getting fullmarks
Every single bits of her soul aches when success is not hers
It had been ingrained in her head and heart that she is nothing without it
A loser for short if you want to call it
She wants to tell them that she is tired
That she wants to live too
She whispers to the sky
About her scars, her tears, her fears
Hoping that the sky would understand
She wants to ask the moon on what loneliness is actually means
Because she is afraid she trapped in this mirage and can not escaped
This is the story of an overachiever
That want to be just average
YOU ARE READING
The story of an overachiever
PoetryThis can be my story or your story. Or your roommate's story or those that sit in front of you in your statistic class. I want you to not only understand the burden of failure but also the price you have to pay for success.
