I’m good at many things but perfect at none.
Once people realized this they expected more out of me and no longer made it fun.
When people didn’t know my talents I would roam free.
But now that people know I’m incapable of putting my mark on the world by being me.
It’s been so long that I’m even struggling to write when it used to come fluently.
With so little time I have to progress with so much fear.
I’m expected to be a leader next season but this is only my first year.
The world seems to be on my shoulders and I don’t know what to do.
My father doesn’t even see anything positive in me, making my spirit black and blue.
This is the end because I’ve found the perfect solution.
My story now has a resolution.
I Give Up