It deludes my brain
A hovering entity that taunts me
It growls in disdain
Smirks at my failure—
Forcing me to see failure where there isn't.
An essence of not good enough
Try harder push harder
Why won't anyone listen,
Yet why won't I speak?
I'm tired of the balance
The walk between satisfaction and disappointment
I am my own critic
Yet I feel steel eyes seal my struggle
Now it is my time to open and see
What do I need to say,
And who will need to listen?
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Attempts
RandomI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
