The noise,
So loud,
Deafening.
I cover my ears,
Trying to disappear,
Falling into the abyss,
Of oblivion,
To be forgotten.
Dread fills my blood,
I can't,
I'm not made out for this.
The demeaning voices,
Like bells,
Ringing loudly,
Within the darkest,
Most vulnerable,
Parts of me.
They all meant good,
But I'm being hurt,
Even more,
To the extent,
Of being,
On the brink,
Of insanity.
I can't,
I'm not made out for this.
The wounds never heal,
They remain open,
Stark reminder,
Of what I cannot,
Am not able,
To achieve.
I've fallen short,
Lacking,
Behind the race.
Coming in last,
Has never felt so good.
Failure is shamed,
But bring light unto it.
We will find,
What we can do.
We are not made for this,
We really can't.
Something else,
Far away,
Migrating to it.
Finding ease,
Excelling.
Success is found,
I know what I can do,
Dawning on me,
The light so bright,
Shining stars,
Illuminating the dark sky.
Motivated to run,
Past the competitors,
Earning the crown,
Of victory.
Pure bliss,
Happy tears,
Yet something amiss,
Puts me on alert.
Those below me,
Their burning fires,
Grow,
Fast,
Rising up,
The thick black smoke,
Filling the room,
Green walls of envy,
Red lights of anger,
A dangerous place to be.
Standing there,
This will be,
A momentary victory.
Nothing else.
