I tried To reach the top Of this 6 foot deep hole, But I just couldn't get up. I dug myself down there and kept my self digging. I feel the paranoia sinking, seeping, Burying itself deeper and deeper Into my skin. No matter how hard I try I cannot seem to win. I'm just never going to be good enough for you. Why bother giving in If you won't ever give me a chance To win?
This is the original draft of this poem because I couldn't find the updated version of this poem in my notes.