I can't do this anymore.
Should I stop trying ?
But, why? Haven't you heard,
"Try! Try! But don't cry."
I know I failed thrice,
But...fourth ones a lucky charm, right ?
The discouragement in those
pitiful glances, pierced my eyes.
All I wanted was a star,
But the society wanted more.
So, they put put me in a rocket,
And threw me toward the moon.
I gaslit myself into believing,
that I had the steering wheel.
What a joke ! I realised,
Even the passenger seat wasn't mine.
And now I'm done listening,
So answer me,
As I demand.
Why was I a sorry excuse,
For crying after failing,
In a field of your choice.
But suddenly an overachiever,
For wanting success,
In a field of mine.