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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I need the compliments of confidence for all this negativity is unleashing the sensitivity within me so now I draw a bullseye upon my back 'cause the arrow in it is killing me I guess I am what I think and I think I am a failure... ...I guess I'm nothing but a failure... I'm sorry for jumping right into my emotional distress my emotional regress but I need to get these things off my chest For thrice weeks here it is the end of three weeks weeks where I've been training to be the best the best of what I've been instructed to do the best at what I've been called forward to commence yet all I have to show for my dedication yet all I have to show for my determination are sore muscles, sore bones busted knees, an arm painted by cuts and whiny voice in my ear trying to motivate me while simultaneously bringing down deeper into a hole I can't get out of Funny how at one moment I'm awarded a compliment for my accomplishment to have it taken back and replaced with a choir of thrice insults They ask for my best What I give them is my best but somehow I'm still mediocre at my best so what is it called when your best isn't good enough Worst? So what does that mean I'm worst at my best so would that turn around and mean I'm best at my worst I'll just ask my tears while I sing softly to myself to calm myself down while I sing These Walls by Trapt since that one song knows more than anyone I've been here too long...I've been here way too long and I've spent too much time... I could always listen to the people to tell me to keep my chin up I have all my life for they are the ones who come to my aid when I need help It's not that I'm too proud to ask for help just I never have the common sense to accept it since at the end of the day everything I come to do, come to face relies on my decision and precision but somehow I still seep to the bottom of the heap like I am the dumpster and the garbage of the world gets thrown upon me Lucky me, the guy cursed by the number three Lucky me... I can never win... Everyone, everyone who feels like me sound a trumpet grab a trumpet and play along with me
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