Lost
Lost, forgotten, downtrodden,
My horizon I sought to broaden.
Myself I seemed to have lost.
Inner demon Whispers fill every thought.
Subconsciousness swayed, and dismayed.
I always give myself the lowest grade,
afraid of hidden potential.
I just think I'm mental.
Playing dumb to lower expectations,
only leaves me with frustrations.
Change is all I crave,
but all I can see is my grave.
Copyright © Gingy Beard | Year Posted 2021
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