Inferior

By
I’m

Inferior to the ways

Of others

To me,

To you,

I am nothing

But a useless thing

A scrap, a leftover

Piece of food

Here

Only to be devoured by

Myself

I try,

Try

Struggle onward

And yet,

Despite all these

Hardships,

All these vague ordeals

I cannot surpass,

Cannot become parallel

To you

Cannot stand beside you

And peer into each other’s eyes

Equally

As you are popular,

Better known

Better acknowledged

Than I

This work

Has but turned into dust

And torn up thoughts

Wasted

Is my time

Was my time

I yearn

To be renowned

For my works

Splash everything I know

In paint

Just to be seen

By others

But to me,

Now

The only thing that can be seen

Is a puddle of forgotten tears

And I

Who was a person once

Was never really

Here





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