I Gave It My All

110%

Not good enough.

Pushed under, I can't breathe.

I don't understand.

Confusion.

I blink.

Mouthes moving.

Momentarily deaf

I nod, speechless

Relentless voice drones on

Mind racing, heart beating

Nausea, dizziness

Blackout.

Something clicks

I surface.

Denial.

Final scathing comment.

Silence.

The dam breaks.

Tears flood out.

Degraded.

I fail again.

The Pedestrian.

I am a writer,

The last one of them all,

I stroll through the barren city.

To clear my mind, to breath fresh air.

Where did all the people go

Not a single person in the streets

Oh where did all the people go,

Are they all inside, watching repeats?

Walking along, walking along

Sirens wailing, wailing, wailing.

Along comes a car

It's a robot, it's a cop.

It calls me unusual, it calls me mad.

It hauls me off, to a psychiatric ward.

To inject me with drugs,

and brainwash my mind.

I was a writer, I was, I was.

But what am I now?

Deaf, dumb, brain dead.

Gone.

Why?

Ignored and hated

A girl sits alone at her table

Wondering why she is despised

Laughter fills the air as the popular girls joke

About whom, her?

Was she born with bad luck?

Or was being hated just part of her personality?

Questions are unanswered.

Not wishing to be the way she is

screams in frustration.

Why?