You’re a failure, I said to myself at twenty
Yet what a tender age, for such harsh words,
For what had I failed at?
Yes, I was behind my peers in some aspects-
But my life hadn’t even fully begun
For this quarter life crisis to start it’s run,
What had I failed at?
Community, I had nurtured
Friendships bloomed for me
Yes, academics were to be worked upon-
But I could start now, my life wasn’t done-
And my stories were so much fun!
When people cheered for me
Why did the applause ring hollow?
Their pride wasn’t false,
So why was my confidence shot?
Had love left me?
No, for I had to find it yet-
And who says what defines success
But me-
Perhaps that’s why I felt behind
For my hopes for myself were high,
And yet, don’t we temper everything with reality?
Twenty was too young for me to so look down upon me
And that’s a fact-
For everybody.
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