Twenty eight years,
I’ve been on this earth.
I haven’t met a promised soul,
Never known the love my favourite songs give birth to.
I did it all,
Just as expected, just right.
Still I am met with rejection,
Cold dissatisfaction every night.
I can’t find love,
I can’t keep a job.
No matter how hard I polish myself,
I still feel broken, flawed.
I am not good enough.
I’ve heard about what people call leeches,
Those who never work a day,
Always pointing fingers outward,
Blaming the world and walking away.
Am I that?
Did I become some good-for-nothing ghost,
A burden dressed in human skin,
Trying hard but failing most?
I always said I couldn’t see myself past thirty.
Maybe it was childish fear,
A young mind unable to picture
Wrinkles, wisdom, passing years.
Or maybe it was something darker,
A window cracked into the future,
Showing me these slowly blooming,
Sharp and terrifying truths hereafter.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
Twenty eight years,
I’ve been on this earth.
I haven’t met a promised soul,
Never known the love my favourite songs give birth to.
I did it all,
Just as expected, just right.
Still I am met with rejection,
Cold dissatisfaction every night.
I can’t find love,
I can’t keep a job.
No matter how hard I polish myself,
I still feel broken, flawed.
I am not good enough.
I’ve heard about what people call leeches,
Those who never work a day,
Always pointing fingers outward,
Blaming the world and walking away.
Am I that?
Did I become some good-for-nothing ghost,
A burden dressed in human skin,
Trying hard but failing most?
I always said I couldn’t see myself past thirty.
Maybe it was childish fear,
A young mind unable to picture
Wrinkles, wisdom, passing years.
Or maybe it was something darker,
A window cracked into the future,
Showing me these slowly blooming,
Sharp and terrifying truths hereafter.
A slightly more dark thoughts sometimes vanish when put on paper.
If any of these thoughts emerge or you feel this way yourself, please talk to someone. It helped when i did <3
