It's Times Like Those
when I gave up
because I thought it was for the best.
When I made a decision so quickly,
so based on my overwhelming need to purge any stressor
When I walked out of the room with a anvil off my chest,
but bite marks on my reserve.
Was I not good enough?
Was it taking too much time?
Was it me making so many fucking excuses that I'd forgotten why I wanted to quit in the first place?
It's Times Like These
when I realize what I lost
because it slaps my in the face .
When I feel the avalanche of pent up regret
suffocate me in layers so deep I can never escape.
Was I really not good enough?
Was it really taking too much time?
It was me, making the excuse so I didn't have to exert so much effort and, godforbid, grow.
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Times Like These
PoetryLast year I cried because I got 2nd at state speech and didn't think I deserved it. This year I'm crying because I didn't even give myself the chance to go.
