Failure At Living
10 April, 2005
Author: Holly
What's the difference between living,
And merely being alive?
I'm sorry for wasting your oxygen,
I never should have been allowed to survive.
You come into the world; you make your mark,
On someone else's life.
Your personality has that spark,
Your words can cut like a knife.
How does it feel to be existential?
I can only dream.
I've never "lived up to my potential"
I'm nothing special it seems.
It's a shame I couldn't use what was available to me,
There has to be a way to a happy life.
All I've managed to do is be depressed,
I'm a failure, it wasn't worth the strife.
So take back all the chances I missed,
All the privileges I abused.
And hand them over to the next teenage sucker,
So they can be just as confused.
------- Author's Notes -------
I think this one's fairly self explanatory...just feeling like you've totally wasted your life. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| anon (67.38.179.138) -- Wednesday, April 13 2005, 02:35 am I think this piece can be felt through the generations of teenagers. It seems a feeling that all teens go through. But luckily grow out of once they get into their own lives and out from under the thumbs of other peoples rules. Once again great work |
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