My goals

In life

Are just out of reach

I apply

Apply

Apply

To my own freedom land

But they reject me

Not once

Or twice

Multiple times.

It aches my heart.

I want it so bad

I don’t understand

Why another says no

To me

Giving them the power of striping away my

Dream.

What will my mother say?

Or father?

I am a failure.

Dead flowers grow around me.

The sun,

always blocked by clouds

And the birds sing songs

Unpleasant and vile

“I am failure,”

They whisper in my ears.

This cruel message

Repeats in my brain like a

Broken record