C'est La Vie

my comprehension is far beyond

your ability to understand

the suppression of these emotions

are only describable as fear,

questions dipped in unbearable weight,

lacking logical reason flow

like babbling brooks through your head

like the siren that screams

"am i good enough?"

with each repetition, you shrink in size,

ego dismounted on a failed descend into oblivion. comparisons of those whom you looked up to

go up in flames when you realize their adequacy

and lack thereof, finding nothing but mediocrity.

the frustration of climbing said 'mountain of aptitude' begins to lack and slowly dissipates

"i am not good enough" you shout

you shrink disillusioned with yourself

"you failure" echoes in the voice of your loved ones

the quest sought goes uncompleted

the dragon is not slain

the princess goes unsaved

and the happily never after, never gets quite happy

and that's life.

c'est la vie.