I have followed my path stubbornly, hoping for the best and not accepting less.
Passive aggressive, Sharp tongue… Sarcasm rich in my voice, forging confidence.
I fight with my smile and my charm, witty rebuttals owning the mess I create.
Angel to average eye, but demons devour my soul…
Moving while standing still, mediocre in a minor role.
I wonder if I will ever feel accomplished.. If I will ever be satisfied.
Will I ever quench this hunger, Can I Neutralize this desire…
Thinking about the future ahead, Anxiety level higher.
Will I ever acquire the bliss that I lack?
Will I ever take one step forward…
Without the inevitable three steps back.