I hate this,
this,
Everything

My words came out better once,
When I was younger,

My body moved better once,
I am older

How did I fall behind?
The world never became interesting,
In fact,
I lost my intensity as the world grew more lame

My creativity is subsiding,
I barely see potential
And for what?

I lost myself,
Without a gain

I am submerged in mediocrity,
And it's myself