Frustration

03/19/2008

Your fingertips cling to the cracks
That you're dying to slip through
To become a number, a statistic
A pixellated blur in the backround
Your bronze medal, bronze at best,
Cannot be engraved
Because you crave emptiness
Isolation and separation
And you're dying to change
Beyond the limits
Of everything you've ever been
To anyone else but the ones you idolize
You're morphing, transforming
Until it's forgotten and I wonder
Do you remember your name
When you're not shouting it for attention
Your character's chipped like the pavement
You strive to live on
You strive for anything miserable, to be different
Are you winning, are you breaking
The expectations everyone had
Are you proud of yourself, are you making it now
How ironic that your desire is to be so unlike us
In order to please your current gods
I hope your ideas last while your pride disintegrates
I hope your pride gives example to your new alter ego
I hope you take a lesson from all this
This is hope, and it's what you'll need
It's all you'll have once you get where you're going.