Lost, forgotten, downtrodden.
My horizon I sought to broaden.
But myself I seemed to have lost.
Inner demon whispers fill every thought.
Subconscious swayed, and dismayed
I always give myself the lowest grade.
Afraid of hidden potential.
I just think I'm mental.
Playing dumb to lower expectations.
Only leaves me with frustrations.
Change is all I crave
But all I can see is my grave.
©gingy
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