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Trapped within this glass enclosure

[from which everyone could watch me,

analyzing my every move amidst heckles],

I pushed forcefully on each door

as I circled through life.



I revolved around

with eyes fixed on the center axle.

Therein contained what drove me forward-

seeing how the doors were joined together;

each bringing me a step closer to the goal.



Or so I thought.



Akin to a hamster wheel,

with every rotation I ended up where I started

The only thing I had to show for it

was some added strength to bear more defeat.



I thought I could overcome my circumstances,

but I was really just circumventing the truth:



there is no hope for me outside

this endless cycle of failure upon failure.

I could never expect to catch up

because I kept falling further behind.