I felt I gave so much
the sweat a badge of giving
chapped hands a merit of honour
But it was just never enough
furrowed brows and high expectation
ripped into my soul
My history steeped
a working class mentality
am I mean't to give so much?
I pulled away so far
now lost in years of nothing
wishing for so much more
Trying to break free
trying to be who I need to be
and fighting through the shame...
Of an unemployed underachiever
Who just wanted so much more!
Categories:
underachiever, angst, destiny, how i
Form: Free verse
Remember winning sporting medals
Taught in life sport gets you nowhere
Forget what I’d done to win those medals
Good for nothing and going nowhere
That’s the lesson taught by my mum
She’s either evil or very dumb
I became exactly who I would become
Unsuccessful without confidence
Narcissistic mother syndrome
Psychologically beaten numb
Belittling medals I have won
All my life since I was young
It made sure I refused success
Never thought to progress
Underachiever and depressed
Be no more only less
Even though I only played for teams
Who won their cups and won their leagues
I was blind to success I couldn’t see
Now I do and I always believe
If I apply I’ll better me
Becoming more than I could be
And she will still belittle me
But I don’t care what she sees
Categories:
underachiever, anti bullying, psychological, strength,
Form: Rhyme
As the flames licked like a whorish tart,
that encompassed lustfully at it's fuel-
seeking it's heart;
principalities, in duel, instructions fit for a fool.
A fool that plays badly at his part.
My eyes scanned these flames,
the horizon and memory of names.
Of places and spaces shared,
and of these spaces,
the faces that once were there.
They were there.
They.
Will not remain, ashes, unclaimed.
But will be unleashed again, you will see, the same.
I know God has a plan. Even for a drunk underachiever-poet-wannabe. Like an all consuming flame.
Categories:
underachiever, blessing, christian, deep, for
Form: Rhyme
I'm falling back into my old ways.
I wish the urge to change would stay.
I'm falling—
back in love with the thought
that used to comfort me
when I was numb.
I'm falling...
And I don’t know how this happened.
I thought I was done.
The scars had faded.
I smiled more.
But now I’m falling—
back into the darkness
that once tore my world apart.
Soon, the scars will return.
The smile will vanish.
I am no longer
the person you see—
just a shadow
of what I could never be.
Just an echo
of what I never achieved.
Categories:
underachiever, absence, analogy, deep, depression,
Form: Free verse
The underachiever can not bind to the achiever,
Greatness is only reaching the highest level of potential,
Pushing oneself to the point of pain to get there,
Not all of man can handle that agony of greatness,
They rest in the lower scale of this equation.
Categories:
underachiever, faith
Form: Free verse