Condemned to mediocrity

I am not good,

yet I am not bad,

the indifferent mood,

plays with my head.

 

I want more,

this life to be,

an open door,

to my personal glee.

 

Decay in sight,

through the time that dies,

overwhelming might,

that my life defies.

 

all this means nothing,

I am futile and sore,

my face is blushing,

from the embarrassing core.

 

Supposed not to win,

I can't change the way,

crawl out of skin,

bring light to my day.

 

I envy those lives,

for their ability to be,

fighting the knives,

breaking free.

 

too little to live,

and too much to die,

a waste to give,

worthless to try.

 

A life in between,

I can't stand the peace,

the perfect screen,

health hiding disease.

 

Mediocrity of mind,

I suffer being sane,

the nastiest kind,

of remedy in pain.                               -a- (03/03/2007)

 

Reviews

[Joseph - Michael]

You just got me all lost in both sides of the both worlds... ugh, I don't know how to explain, but all I can say is that the doors always swing both ways, if you get my meaning?

Anyway, like always, it's all good...

[Marie]

Great job. Sometimes I think I'm condemned to mediocrity.

[PhoeniX]

this was well written. but im a little stuck with this phrase:

'Supposed not to win'

it doesnt make sense to me. but this is still a good piece.