You could've done better, they said.
I couldn't utter a word.
I lowered my head,
feeling bad for making them disappointed.
The lump in my throat preventing me to speak,
I waited for them to finish scolding me in silence.
Telling me how I didn't live to their expectations,
making me feel like the black sheep.
Comparing me to my friends,
telling me to go back to reality,
to get out of this fantasy,
declaring im sick mentally.
They weren't entirely wrong.
I was fed up of their critics,
and hearing the same old lyrics,
that just made my life a depressing song.
Guilt eating me up inside,
I put my mind to work,
trying to do something of my life,
doing what I was ordered.
Because I didn't want to be a failure.
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This poem was quite difficult for me to write because this is a very sensible subject for me.
Anyways, I hope everybody's having a wonderful day!
