disappointment

my yearnings are all far-fetched dreams.

disappointment

under the wrath of disappointment, i am nothing but a wilting rose.

lectures and pain

it’s the same old thing, day after day,you sit me down on the couch, tell me howi’ve failed you, fallen short of your goals,lecture me on all the things you wish i could beand wait for an apologyrescinding my mistakes and all my gracehate to disappoint you to your facebut the door’s open, kicked on

light and shadow

in the light… sparkling glitterpainting red porcelain lipssoft smile, rosy cheeks voice of an angelfallen from the high heavensgolden harp in hand a powerful soulcrushing expectationsshattered records left. in the shadows… pearly drops of bloodspill from cracked lips of raw skintears drip on bare floor a hoarse voice destroysher self-worth; mic thrown asidei can never

silver instead of gold

i was born out of a kiln,glistening and ready to shine,silver accents glinting on metal skin,starlight in darkest night. but my creators wanted pure gold,the color of wealth, fortune, and luck,and instead they were stuck with me whose yellow wasn’t enoughand whose silver wasn’t the best. so i sat on the highest shelf,year after year,rusting

burnt-out

I looked for the sun,day after day,my hands always reaching outto cup a bit of that flame – save it for myself. I looked to be the best,looking for that gold that I wanted to decorate my room with,but my greed was never satisfied,and the world’s gold wasn’t enough. I looked to the horizonas my