Trapped in the quiet solitude of constant worries i find myself humbled.

I am not what i thought i was, nor am i what i want to be.

Flashbacks of past memories haunt me again.

Shame, disappointment and all thoughts of negativity.

To strive for what is right in a world of wrongs is laughable.

I have always had a strong belief, that i have the ability to soar, soar as high as i want to.

Believing with all my heart and soul that i and i alone, am the master of my own destiny.

In the joy of success i have abandoned all that is important.

In the pursuit of perfection i have hurt others around me.

In the arrogance of knowledge, i have turned on my own creator,

and in the belief of my own ability, I have misled myself.

So now as i sit in realization of my own neglect, i realize that i am nothing.

I cannot do it.

This will be the death of me.