Fear of Disapointment.
Here I fear the time may come-
When I will be not awesome
Sad I am for that may be
But a tragedy that very will be…
It all began a year ago
When I was -a little- shallow
Thought the world I could conquer
Deloused by my big ego
Working hard not I do
Hardly working that I do
Do this, not that I heard before
A winning champ I am no more
Prestigious schools, my parents sent me
Thinking a doctor, I will be
Curing patients who are sickly
And treating them with honesty
Or an engineer who will possibly
Build skyscrapers in a valley-
Who rich and famous there will lay…
I am a living failure, that I fear
Won’t live up to the standards my parents bear
“But the time has yet not to come
for them to witness the dark in me”
Never will there arrive, I thought
Where this bloody battle will be fought-
Words and feelings hearts they scratch
But here I am at this rough life patch
(Psss... I would like to know if the theme of the poem is cleché)
Posted Jul 21, 2022, 1:48 AM UTC · edited