I have seen dreams getting quashed,
Feelings rot, the sort
Of things you don’t expect to happen.
But they do,
and it hurts.
It hurts when you face the truth,
The reality that was veiled,
Something you never realised
Existed till this date.
And when things take a turn
And you end up realising
Your dream has vapourised
Into a big ball of nothingness,
Is when you come to know
That you dreamed a dream
That was pretty meaningless.
I’ll know my worth
Is what I used to say.
I make excuses now,
I don’t know what to say!
I don’t know how to tell people
I failed. I don’t know.
I’m not as good as you thought
I was, maybe.
The hatred has grown.
I saw myself crying
After four years today.
The tears, the sobs
I can’t forget it, nay.
I felt nice after that,
Can’t say much.
The situation was pretty
Messed up.
Contemplating, retrospecting, and such.
This was my biggest failure.
I’m learning, I think.
Learning to accept that I
Can mess up big time.
This might be the reason
I don’t lose hope when I grow up.
I tell myself now, “failing isn’t a crime”.
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