Living yet I’m not alive
Frivolously stupefied
Uncaring of myself and I
Nonchalantly undefined
I used to compete but there’s no glory
Victory always unrewarding
Someone would appeared before me
Dispossessing the importance
Progress would demoralise
Feeling bad after you’ve tried
All that effort was applied
Just to leave you dead inside
Punishments for doing well
Turning happy into hell
Flip success into a fail
how do you ever excel
Belittling what I achieve
Telling me about my failure
Eventually make me believe
I am nothing but a failure
Some mates have a bitter streak
Take you down when you succeed
Teaching you a winning streak
Is not something you ever need
Unprepared or unprotected
It doesn’t really matter now
care for myself is neglected
Life will only bring you down
Every time I’m motivated
Times that I’ve overachieved
I seem to be annihilated
Death will be my sweet relief
Contumacious remarks abound
Words that sting and injure deeply
A reflection of their inner turmoil
Played out in another’s space
Their hatred knows no bound
The distance of the internet
Turns us into faceless combatants
A Case study on wounding for wounding sake
Image consciousness rules the day
The image required not found
With a cursory glance
The inner person
Of no importance
The gloss of looks and the clothes one wears
Sparkles and fools
The rejection stings
Its ferocity and frequency
An attempt to demoralise
The vituperation of unknowns
Has inflicted deep un-healing wounds
Forever kept fresh and open
No peace for your psyche
The occasional warmth
Stings hardest
The rarity of affection seems
A cruel inhuman joke
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