Am I a failure?
Sometimes I wonder.
Fears of rejection,
Of isolation,
Cranked up so high,
You'd think I'm an actor.
You'd think I'm a playwrite.
You'd think that I'm on the clock,
For being dramatic.
Sometimes the slightest thing slights me,
My emotions rock me.
My heart sinks to my stomach,
And blood stops rushing to my head.
But even the sinking heart,
Nor the clogged up cranium is enough,
To stop my thoughts racing:
So in times like this..
Am I a failure?
Sometimes I wonder.
It's funny how quickly I forget,
How hard I've tried,
And how good I've gotten.
It's funny how quickly I forget,
That there is human kindness, and forgiveness.
That if I were to get up, and go knocking from door to door, asking the same question, again and again,
That it's only a matter of time,
That I won't be hungry,
That I won't be sad,
That I won't be in the dark,
That I won't be alone.
Even in a town of hundreds and thousands of evil villains,
There still can be one kind soul,
Even if the whole world except me plots my death,
Then I can be that kind soul.
It's funny how quickly I forget,
That there is human kindness, and forgiveness.
It's funny how quickly I forget,
That I am often kind, and I am quite quick to forgive.
So in times like this..
Am I a failure?
Sometimes I wonder.
And I forget about love,
And the life I've got left to live,
And it's crazy how my mind betrays my heart,
And that, I can't stop, but ponder.
BS
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