pushed to the side, a smear on the window,
I’m a failure, a soldier, a daughter, a friend.
I’m everything, I’m nothing, a poem with no end.
I’m hungry inside, for life, for success,
But your ambition for you is putting me to the test.
There’s a hole in the middle,
There’s a drain on my soul,
Your words put me under,
I have no control,
Or I’ll surrender to the pain,
I’ll let my world stop spinning,
I’ll dance to my grave.