Some under estimates,
My capacities and limits,
Yet I know I'll never rate,
None would give those credits.Maybe this I'm allowed to ask,
If given the chance I would,
But I'm not gonna do it fast,
Thinking of it makes me sodded.Will you treat me the same,
When you knew who I am?
For everyone else I'm lame,
And they think I'm dumb.Will you still smile at me
Once you knew I'm a failure?
Will you still look at me
Once you knew what I've done?I could say that what I fear,
Is all that words I can't hear.So maybe it's okay,
If they say it right,
And if they don't lie,
It's what I fright.One day, I'll succeed,
Soar up the skyline,
Finally truly freed,
After all I'll feel so fineThere's more for me to give,
And a lot that I could show,
There's more for me to live,
Maybe if I just take it slow.
YOU ARE READING
Story of My Life
PoetryA poem about a struggling individual who's trying to prove she deserves everything she has.