Clipped Wings
Perhaps it's just the deep rooted inadequacy
that curls around my bones,
But witnessing other's success
has always dragged a burning jealousy
out of the corners of my mind.
I always feel shame when these feelings
come to the forefront of my conscious.
With every word in another's favor
Whispers of "not good enough"
Echo in my ears, hissing with disappointment.
Strangeley, I find when those around me
Feel that envy,
They choose to let it drive them
And it almost always leads to
greatness.
These people
Become
Gems
Under
Pressure.
But when I am faced with my own shortcomings,
I sink further into my failure,
I crack and break like fragile glass under pressure,
With my motivation, my hope, leeched away
By my despair.
And despite my horrible anger
Crushing sadness, burning hate..
I am unable to rise above it
Instead sinking lower
with every failed attempt.
And here I am, at the bottom of the pit
Peering longingly at the light above
Watching the clouds and sun go by
And drowning in bitterness
As I watch the birds fly.