Failure

It’s a funny thing, people look at failure many different ways.
It’s not entirely your fault.
Sometimes it’s the person who thinks you’ve failed.
They set their expectations way too high.
You fall under them even by the slightest, and you’re a disgrace.
Or.
You completely made a mistake.
It’s like the person wants you to hate yourself.
Society looks at you different.
Everyone spectates you.
You’re a complete freak.
What to do.
Sit.
Wait.
Hate.
That’s all it is.
Until it gets to you.
Nobody ever understands.
Nobody.
No one.
Nada.
Love yourself people say.
But funny enough you hate yourself.
You hate the pale silence of your unloved skin.
You hate the criticism of your mind.
You hate your hair.
You hate your skin.
It feels like society hates you.
Notice how it sounds like everything’s about you.
That’s what people will try and point out.
They will call you selfish.
Only if they were in the same conscientious state they’d want help too.
So what to do.
Can’t tell anyone, they’ll call you selfish.
Cant bottle it up, you’ll be in even more pain.
So you sit and wonder.
You sit and wait for life to get better.
You wonder will it ever?
One day it……might.
One day it..…wont.
One day it…will.
One day.