My self esteem is shattered, I feel like I'm not good enough and it doesn't matter.
I just swallow my pride and take my shot on the chin.
I feel inadequate again.
Devastation, I'm knocked off center.
Where it was once warm now feels cold and slightly bitter.
The taste all to familiar I dont fight too much this time, I just take it whole.
They say they see me shining but will swear I'm not gold.
I guess not, I guess I flopped.
Maybe I'm just gold plated as they stated.
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Mechanical Symphony
I am a poet. I have written so many poems over these years about life events, heartbreak, love, lust or my latest muse. After years and years of people telling to share my art with the world I decided to give y'all some of my work. Enjoy..
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