miserable failure
so wholly completely bred for an image
an image that I can't ever live up to.
a figurative boot, 13 sizes too large
while I find myself a size 8, at best.
In this lack, in my bleakness, I strive.
given to tendencies of failure, both physical,
metal, emotional, and spiritual. Like everyone else.
Yet, it is not acceptable for me, I'm still
5 sizes too small, 5 acres too shy, 5 feet too deep.
In actuality, a failure of my magnitude would go
unnoticed by even the most acute man, for I have
given such supreme presence to mask my stunning,
seemingly undeniable failure. If it weren't for my
image. I would be okay, but it shrouds me in acceptance.
it may come to pass, 5 yards shy of this proverbial
touchdown, as it were, that I overcome my beasts
and fulfill this image, this so-called destiny laid
before me in an unnerving and unwavering path.
I doubt it, for intensity of perversion lies so
wretched and deep, unshaken, unproven, unhealthy.
that i. simply am lost in a sea of doubt, driven
by an unreachable goal, 13 sizes too big, 5 sizes
too impossible.
in my vagueness, you see, I strive for such a
wonderment of purpose that this image, wholly
created by me and no other, becomes this
engorged goal, so, defiant, unrealistic, amazing.
the image so defined me as a person, me as an
emotional creature, a living, breathing, mammal.
I became it, so, tried, to live with it but
failed so many times to achieve its true nature.
failing to grasp even the most simple repose with
an understanding of my inner workings, the image,
as I have stated. leaves me with such a sense
of foreboding, a sinking ship, five feet below sea level.
floating aimlessly down some downtrodden path of self
doubt flailing so rapidly it seems to stay afloat.
it's image stays afloat, but that same, acute, man
can see it slipping so ever deeper, deeper towards the boot.
in the end you must realize that however i try to be
such the man that i be, with my emotions, my goals, my
presence and being, i will always fail to live up to
the standards and dreams i lay forth, for i am never good enough.
not for myself, not for anyone.
an image that I can't ever live up to.
a figurative boot, 13 sizes too large
while I find myself a size 8, at best.
In this lack, in my bleakness, I strive.
given to tendencies of failure, both physical,
metal, emotional, and spiritual. Like everyone else.
Yet, it is not acceptable for me, I'm still
5 sizes too small, 5 acres too shy, 5 feet too deep.
In actuality, a failure of my magnitude would go
unnoticed by even the most acute man, for I have
given such supreme presence to mask my stunning,
seemingly undeniable failure. If it weren't for my
image. I would be okay, but it shrouds me in acceptance.
it may come to pass, 5 yards shy of this proverbial
touchdown, as it were, that I overcome my beasts
and fulfill this image, this so-called destiny laid
before me in an unnerving and unwavering path.
I doubt it, for intensity of perversion lies so
wretched and deep, unshaken, unproven, unhealthy.
that i. simply am lost in a sea of doubt, driven
by an unreachable goal, 13 sizes too big, 5 sizes
too impossible.
in my vagueness, you see, I strive for such a
wonderment of purpose that this image, wholly
created by me and no other, becomes this
engorged goal, so, defiant, unrealistic, amazing.
the image so defined me as a person, me as an
emotional creature, a living, breathing, mammal.
I became it, so, tried, to live with it but
failed so many times to achieve its true nature.
failing to grasp even the most simple repose with
an understanding of my inner workings, the image,
as I have stated. leaves me with such a sense
of foreboding, a sinking ship, five feet below sea level.
floating aimlessly down some downtrodden path of self
doubt flailing so rapidly it seems to stay afloat.
it's image stays afloat, but that same, acute, man
can see it slipping so ever deeper, deeper towards the boot.
in the end you must realize that however i try to be
such the man that i be, with my emotions, my goals, my
presence and being, i will always fail to live up to
the standards and dreams i lay forth, for i am never good enough.
not for myself, not for anyone.