F a i l u r eMature

Look at this mess I’ve made,

The lives I’ve wrecked along the way.

An embarrassment,

The village fool, a laughing stalk.

A failure.

 

See the destruction in my wake,

Never sleeping for a day.

Always awake,

Ready to make the kill.

A failure to the world.

 

One eye open as I lie down.

Cautious for the incoming fall.

At least it will be over quick

When I transfer sides.

I failed you all.

 

What if there really

Is nowhere for me?

If I failed here,

I will fail there.

I’m a failure to the world,

Life’s greatest joke.

 

A failure to the world,

Life’s favorite joke.

 

This beautiful mess around me,

Full of broken hearts and lives.

I’m used to residing inside.

It’s gotten comfortable.

A failure.

 

The scars under my skin

Are large and easy to see.

They constantly bleed me dry

Waiting for me to die.

A failure to the world.

 

Bloodshot eyes signal lack

Of any sort of rest.

I never try to cry away my sorrow.

I keep it all contained.

I failed you all.

 

What if there really

Is nowhere for me?

If I failed here,

I will fail there.

I’m a failure to the world,

Life’s greatest joke.

 

A failure to the world,

Life’s favorite joke.

 

What if I really

Am meant to fail?

If I lost here,

I will lose there.

The world knows me,

Life’s greatest joke.

 

A failure to the world,

Life’s favorite joke.

 

A punch-line overused,

Yet still found funny.

Always shoved in,

Into conversation.

 

A punch-line always used,

Always killing me.

Never failing

To destroy me.

 

What if I really

Am meant to fail?

If I lost here,

I will lose there.

The world knows me,

Life’s greatest joke.

 

A failure to the world,

Life’s favorite joke.

I failed you all.

I will live the joke.

The End

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