I feel as though I’ve done sub par
I’ve come so far
But you’ve set for me
Such a **** high bar
Ranked me alongside men like the czar
But can’t you see?

I’m not there yet
My decisions are not set
In stone
I feel such a threat
All the time I fret
That what I plan, I will not own

I feel  alone in my collapse
Caught in traps
With no way of escape
My judgment, or rather lapse
There of - left me without maps
To my future- years to come haven’t taken shape

Your expectations
Lead to conversations
After which I feel everyone I’m Disappointing
I stare at your success during many late night congregations
My emulations
Are littered with your qualities- sharp pain in what I lack- Pointing

Fingers at my weaknesses
But they aren’t coming from geniuses
They spout from my own hands
From by brain packed with diseases
Nothing pleases
Me. Who knows where my future lands?