Mediocrity
Can't stand this mediocre life,
These mediocre friends,
Mediocre skills which mean that
Disappointment never ends,
Mediocrity is like my house,
Confidence is my door,
People keep knocking at it
Whilst I cower on the floor,
My dreams are mediocre,
For they never will occur,
Being kept alive for entertainment
Like a pet with thorns for fur,
I love my keepers for upon me
All their affection they bestow,
But still they keep me on this leash of life
And they will not let me go.
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