Glittering skies, withering, endless heights Stood at the top, marveling at the glorious sights I remember what it's like to be at the top It was satisfying to know you're always steps up Worlds change, perhaps, people do as well Skills pile up, all just to effectively sell Life is a race, all but a peaceful stunt Knives wielded, both deadly sharp and blunt Life is a hurdle I once beat at its game When I got it all figured out—I am sane Because I feel like I know the roads I've taken before Until it was made clear that I was not special anymore
Sweltering winds, rotten, insurmountable peaks I inclined my head for I am the one who seeks The answers left to the questions I dare ask I have to learn to put on every facade and mask Every day, I see people achieving their dream They do what they want, so easy it would seem When you ask them, they'd tell you to just be real So what am I then, except being this useless ordeal Life is a ride that I could fathom the least I chafe under pressure, I put distance from west to east Because I know what's going on in my core Deep down, I know that I was not special anymore
It must have been fun when people looked up to me When, in their awe, I floated atop the tapestry It must have been quick to gain their sympathy It must have been great when they all let me be Because I proved it—they see what I have done But now, not only have I been overlooked—I have none Back then, I used to always get what I want Now I can't even rest without feeling like I'm scant I see myself as enough but I know I am meager I am a tic on fur—hopeless and buried under Now that everyone already have what I long for I have woken up to the truth—I was not special anymore
Ripping up the soul, tossing papers with my heart I know I've fallen, who will help me restart? I get tired too—I'm tired of being unknown But what can I do when nobody wanted what I had sown The darkest night, apathy has struck my bone Nobody cares, why should I share what I own? Because, I look back and realized I should have stayed I reach for the heights fate couldn't even have obeyed I grasp for dreams, for things not meant So now, I lay alone, helpless—emotions are spent When life handed out grace, I suppose I wasn't able to score Because, through the years, I realize I am not special anymore
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Well, this is me throwing a tantrum about how unfair life is. lol.
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