I had made mistakes in my past,
Buried them in my skin till my days last.
My failures speaks my name
Blunders I have made, shrouds me in shame.
Everyday they remind me of the tragedies I made,
I wish I could undo everything and set it right.
My conscience is dead and my mind is numb
I have no one to understand me
I prefer being dumb.
Success is a mirage, that chokes my senses,
Convinces me, Failures are the 'Pillars of Success'.
I label them with sovereignty & pride
I will repeat them again, & I am damn sure why.
It's a never ending abyss of darkness that engulfs me within
My days are numbered, the clock ticking reminds me again.
I have lived my life to the brink of uncertainty.
Scrutinized by people who are in my vicinity.
The never-ending cycle of judgement,
Questions my existence
Will I ever overcome my fear?
Or, live on believing that I am a 'Failure'?
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