A Future In Disrepair

I wish I could regain what was torn. My future which melted before I was born. All I have is compliance. But I cannot force myself into alignment. What do you want, besides my presence? As time goes on, my failure presents. What is absent in my speech becomes more apparent. I’m sorry, but my lacking is inherent! Thank you mom and sorry dad. I know you would have been glad. To see me blessed with adulthood. But I am tethered to dependence, I will rot like wood.