<u>Underachiever</u>


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    Underachiever, dare to weep


    The goals of old are dead and cold


    The future looks too bleak.


    And the fear at night is all that holds you tight.Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


    For behind your eyes are things to which you’ll never speak,


    Stoicism is your religion now, stone-faced in its creed.


    The chains of failures past hold you back. The only failure left to scream.


    Of all the things you wish you’d done


    Of all the things you’ll never be.


    So you eat your daily bread,


    There’s an indent in your seat,


    A pile of books yet left unread


    In one drawer a broken man’s dreams.


    But I say to you you’ll rise again,


    Dare once more to be


    To rage and rage at life’s cruel play


    To weep at its beauty.


    Life is not over yet, the road lies long before thee.


    I tell you this underachiever


    For underachiever you are me.