My voice crackled,
Raging insults in my ear.
Disappointment fills my heart,
Dejection drowns my soul.
I am a sufferer --
Suffering from simply existing, yet also from my own success.
Placed upon a pedestal,
Pressed by circumstance.
Perfectionism claws at me,
Chaining me to endless trial,
A trait that may be my end.
I strive to better myself,
Only to lose myself in the process.
Trapped in the loop of achievement --
Freedom, nothing more than a wish.
About the Creator
Anu's Quill
I’m just an existential wanderer who happened to stumble into poetry. I think about writing more than I actually write—not the best poet, but trying to get better, word by word, as I share my thoughts and voice.
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