As much as I cry,
I'll cry even more,
'cause I understand that,
it's all my fault.
I had the chances,
I threw them away,
I laughed in their faces...
look at me now,
how did failure knock on my door?
When everyone expected so much more,
what did I do?
I did nothing.
Nothing.
It may be hard for you to grip,
the feelings that are running through me,
when people neglect,
'cause they think you've got 'it'.
And you don't even know what 'it' is,
but you like the good attention, the praises, the gifts...
But then the shit hits the fan,
and when the results come out,
you just want to shout.
You know you didn't try your best,
you watched your friends put themselves to the test,
and what's left for you?!
what's left, but more,
soaked-through pillows.
=[ well....that was kinda depressing....but remember! you'll always pass failure on the way to success =]
Soaked-through Pillows
This is just a poem really about failing, it could be failing in any part of your life, but it's really focused on failing at school....yes, I do get bent out of shape for those kinda things =PDid you like this poem? Write one of your own!
