Failure;
It’s a beautiful thing,
The way one person sees you is how you see yourself.
Your voice is terrible,
I don’t like your posture,
Your hair, your make-up, your face,
Nothing.
“You just weren’t what we were looking for,”
They say, “Not what we envisioned.”
Suddenly, I am a ship wreck,
Never to be found.
I am lost.
I can no longer be the same girl.
I’m not confident, not pretty:
Incompetent.

But so is that girl,
Who didn’t even want a lead role.

Or that boy,
Who “had it in the bag

Or me:
The one who wanted it so bad,
Who carefully studied the music and memorized the lines.
Who cried and cried because of a part.

That was me.
WAS me.
Not anymore.
I will never again be a
Failure.