The Useless Me
Expectations were increasing
Days were becoming weeks and weeks changing to years
Confidence in me was slowly decreasing
And my eyes filled with tears.. :'(
They say confidence is required to earn something
But the fear of losing everything
Pulls me back with a horrible thought
That in future I may be caught...
With heavy heart I accepted my fate
But still memories of my life haunt me
I could be something but I may be a bit late
Without understanding they taunt me
Slowly I became week and broke in parts
I wanted to be the reason for their happiness
But I was the reason who broke their hearts
And lastly I’m holder of the title “THE USELESS”.
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