Shortcomings
So I looked at my friends, listed a mile long
And to no one can I sing my sad somber song
You’re the only one that cares about what I say
But who am I to complain, or to feel this way
In the gloomiest night, upon that dark sky
I wished my problems would leave me and fly
Fly, far away, and never to be seen
I yearn and I hunger, but I am vain and green
I care about nothing, only for myself
Placing all of my feats onto that little shelf
In my room, looking at all I have done
Sad that it can fit together, lined up one by one
Feats forced upon by authority, not by will
Sure I loved how it felt, but I hungered still
Where do i belong, when will I accept my age
I’m too old to ignore, too young for this stage
Soon this shall pass, soon all will be right
And that’ll be the feat to bring about my night
Copyright © Avery Won | Year Posted 2015
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