i keep a red
second place
ribbon on my
bulletin board
to remind me that
i wasn't good enough
i keep defeat in
my back pocket
and failure
on my skin.
*(i didn't realize
how nice it was
to actually be
good at something
and i didn't realize
how easy it was
to stop being
good at something)*
took the things
i was good at and
cashed them in
for a quieter night
i can't eat
can't sleep
can't write
can't design
bake a pie
write a poem
cross stitch
crochet
i'm not
bad at it.
i still have
hobbies but
it's not like
it used to be
i'd rather
be cleaning
at least i can
do that well
*(isn't that
a little odd
considering that's
exactly what somebody
a little bit too close
to me was feeling
when his world got
turned upside down?)*
i'm just not
good at anything
not anymore
but it's my own fault i'm sure.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
i keep a red
second place
ribbon on my
bulletin board
to remind me that
i wasn't good enough
i keep defeat in
my back pocket
and failure
on my skin.
*(i didn't realize
how nice it was
to actually be
good at something
and i didn't realize
how easy it was
to stop being
good at something)*
took the things
i was good at and
cashed them in
for a quieter night
i can't eat
can't sleep
can't write
can't design
bake a pie
write a poem
cross stitch
crochet
i'm not
bad at it.
i still have
hobbies but
it's not like
it used to be
i'd rather
be cleaning
at least i can
do that well
*(isn't that
a little odd
considering that's
exactly what somebody
a little bit too close
to me was feeling
when his world got
turned upside down?)*
i'm just not
good at anything
not anymore
but it's my own fault i'm sure.
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