Poem: The Failure

How do you live a life knowing
That every step of every day
Is nothing but a lie, ever-growing,
Every breath, every action, and every word you say?

To wake in the morning with the conviction
This will be the day you turn it all around,
Only to realize there is no divine interdiction,
The lie is still a lie despite how good you make it sound?

How does one look in the eyes of his father and see
The hope, the dreams, the plan, and the belief?
When all along he knows the plan destined to be
Is not one of greatness or success, but one of unimaginable grief?

How do you look in the mirror-mirror on the wall
Every morning and see yourself staring back,
Seeing not the medals and trophies but every single fall,
Every stumble, every loss, every time lost from the track?

To see in your mind the faces of those who care,
Those who look to you to achieve.
Yet fail them you do, in everything, everywhere.
You destroy their hopes in all they believe.

In all things, great and small
Time after time you fail them all.
Trust you they can't, not then nor now.
Charm your way through you do, with a courteous bow.

Yet, alone with none at your side,
You see the fraud, the fake, the charlatan you cannot hide
From the mirror-mirror on the wall,
For he is there to remind you of every failure and fall.

He is the one staring back,
Whispering everything you lack.
The face is yours, the hands and arms alike,
At which out of shame and despair you lash and strike.

But the scars you leave are not enough.
The pain you inflict not as rough
As the burden in your heart forcing you to see
That none but a failure and fraud will you ever be.