21

soon i'll be 21

and time once again won the game

i failed in being a different version of me

i let down myself but caused more hurt to my dead dreams

they thought that they were never meant to be mine

and probably even prayed for the betterment of me

i thought i had finally found an escape

but it is also my mind who is my biggest enemy 

About-This poem was written by me last night as i tried to reflect on my past 20 years, prior to turning 21 in few hours. This is my summation on everything dead that comes to haunt me. Even when writing is my only escape, it still cannot pull me out of my misery. I hope turning 21 is fun. 

Written: May 23, 2026; 9:04 pm