Caught

The hopeless victim of my own failed ambitions
I am oppressed by the weight of an uncertain future
Caught in a Byzantine web of opinions and expectations
I am in knots
The measure of my self worth
Encased in those ties that bind me so closely
I cannot measure up
That's what they tell me
And I hear them down in the deepest part of my soul

Pummeled and crushed by all of the opportunities that have passed
Unable to allow a path for those that will come
I languish
Pursuing only what I know I can do
Smiling, to please them
Experiencing what limited happiness is available in my tangled shroud
I laugh
As I am being smothered to death © All Textual Rights Reserved by Kristiana Bennett