Piece of Nothing
Sometimes I feel like a failure
A washed up piece of nothing
all too aware of how inconsequential I am in this lifetime
Sometimes I want to give up
I want to run away
I want to pretend like I don't know who the person is in this reflection
Recreate an entire identity
But that identity would eventually tarnish and be a piece of nothing as well
So I keep rolling on in this body and name
because at least I already know what I am
It would be worse to have a false hope of a new start
only for it to be ripped away
This poem is about:
Me