Failing
I feel like a pressure cooker,I wish I could blow off some steam,
I push myself harder everyday,
I’m obsessed with being a winner some day.
I bite off more than I can chew,
I can do this, and that, and this too,
I believe I can achieve it all,
This belief makes it harder for me to ever fall.
The thought of failing keeps me up at night,
My imposter syndrome makes me wonder,
How I get anything right,
I’m the most under-confident confident person you can find,
I’ve become a people pleaser beyond what’s fine.
I try too hard to be a part of a group that will never accept me,
I let their belittling words affect me,
I strive hard to give the best that I can,
Yet nothing seems to go to plan.
I feel like a failure even though I haven’t failed yet,
Mediocrity seems to be,
The biggest failure to me.
Yet this is what I think I am,
Mediocre at best,
Leaving all my best laid plans to rest.
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2022-09-12 at 13:37
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