Door after door closed,
Or should I say slammed in my face,
Idea after idea,
Mocked and ridiculed,
All leaving me with egg on my face,
Attempt after attempt,
Laughed at,
Frowned upon,
Bridges torn down
With no way back
Any achievement too small to matter,
Imagine that,
If only I was to blame,
For all my misfortunes,
I’d be ok,
Cause I’d be able to change,
And tomorrow wouldn’t be like it is today
© Rob Spencer 2022
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