I've never had to do this before.
I always thought I'd make it on my own,
To stand on my two feet.
I was proud, and smart, and brilliant.
But it's now that I see
I'm too proud,
Too smart,
And too brilliant.
Now that the fissures start to show
And they're not stopping anytime soon.
I didn't see it then,
Because I was blinded with myself,
But now it's clear to me
Just how I've brought myself down.
Decades of mismanagement and inefficiency
Coupled with my avarice and selfishness
Have sent me tumbling down
Deeper than I could have ever imagined.
I've been far too irresponsible,
And far too vain,
To know I was wrong all along.
"What the hell were you thinking?" you ask.
Probably too much
Or not enough.
Then you'd circle on me,
Counting my faults and flaws
And all the things I did,
I didn't do,
And what I should have done.
I did things too much,
And did things too little.
I can tell you I was naïve
To believe in myself so much
To conquer all the things I hated in myself.
To sweep them aside
With my might and determination.
I really did think
I can be different from everyone,
By playing unorthodoxy
And running up the stream.
Oh, how I fooled so many with that!
And I even fooled myself
So many times, so many years.
And now, I'm paying the price.
Look at them, up there!
See them look at me
With shame and disgust in their eyes!
Just as I see shame and hatred in myself.
I'm living the life,
A life divorced from reality,
A life where nothing has happened,
And a life I want to see the end of.
Now that I've reached the nadir,
What lies out there?
What waits for me in the dark?
Because I'm in purgatory.
I won't be saved.
No amount of Our Fathers
Or Hail Marys
Would save me now.
Hand me your crown of thorns,
And watch me bleed,
So I can burn in hell for my misdeeds,
Just as I should.
Keep yourself away from me.
Don't find me,
And avoid me at all costs.
You don't need to put up with my mess,
You've got your life ahead of you.
Let me rot inside
And starve myself,
As penance for everything.
I'm so sorry I've let you down.
And now I must blindfold myself
And face the wall for the final time.
It's a strange way to live when you're loopy like me. Anyway, thanks for the love and votes.
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Split Sides
PoetryPoetry, prose, and more from the fountain of thought. Cover made by the wonderful @-fedorable. Best Rankings: #3 Essay #3 Monologue #4 Draft #1 Poetry