Lost

Lost Left lagging behind. Numb, upset, unfortunate, unlucky. Everyone else getting on with it. But I'm left in limbo. Brain fog adding to my fear At a distance from them all, Even with him, a lack of intimacy exists. Arguing with me, no sympathy, like a stone. ‘Get on with it’ he says. ‘Stop moaning. Take action’. So easy for him to say. What a mess! I walked on clouds so foolishly, Thinking I stood a chance, so proud. My dream was coming through. But once again, shattered, deflated, heartbroken, I fell flat. What a fool I was to even think for a moment it could have been me. As if! Me? Wake up girl and smell the coffee. You never stood a chance. You were led up the garden path!! It's okay for your friends to be successful but not you. Your dream will never be! Accept it! Get on with it! No one has threaded softly on my dreams. They've trampled them. I'm lost.