Trapped in the back,
But not fleeing forward.
I walk the halls and streets,
And am reminded of my suppression.
Scared of my failures that have yet to come,
Because of what I made in my past.
Inspiration comes from those we admire,
But all I feel is jealousy,
With the wind moving me left,
I continue along my path.
They tell stories that I have to,
But I refuse to say them.
They are inventors,
And I can only imagine.
They weave tomorrow,
And I just have to wait.
I will not pursue this feeling,
The humiliation will be too much.
I will stop believing I can be something,
Something that I am not.
I’ll give up this dream,
And I may lose a part of me I may not be meant to lose.