Seeing a Painful Future
It feels as if I am living in the aftermath.
When I have not even started on a path.
Because the statistics tell a truth that makes me go numb.
I decided to never speak- as my voice will shatter to crumbs.
I am now waiting patiently to drown.
When the world hears my name- there is a collective frown.
Wait! Can you allow me to apologize?
My peers are foraging into a future as sure as the sunrise.
As my path is certain to shrink-
I am pointlessly staying awake at night to think.
As if I am not deserving of rest.
As if each day, I am failing a new test.
I am sorry friends, to force you to feel survivors’ guilt.
It is not your fault that I have been destined to wilt.
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