Promethazine in a Baby Bottle

Born behind a shadow,

abandoned.

A second option for those—

who could not have

their own.

Pushing past limits

to fill a hole not meant for me.

To be the perfect one,

yet deep down

alone

Do this, do that,

and don't disappoint.

The bar set high over

a pile

of bone

Broken from falling,

each time I miss

or slip.

Who cares?

Jump again,

but the only way

is down.

This is who I am,

who I was raised to be.

Don't ask

me to change.

Unrealistic is not motivating

or inspiring,

yet it brings results

if you ignore your life

of groan.