I Am

f a i l u r e

I am f a i l u r e.

And I am always an option, even if you just want s u c c e s s.

In some people's eyes I am horrible, the worst case scenario.

In others I am a mere nuisance; we meet often and have become quite familiar with each other.

If you are not used to me, or if we have never even met, I may haunt your nightmares, keep you up at night, give you a taste of my friend a n x i e t y.

I come in many different shapes and sizes, much like those who I affect.

Whether it be f a i l u r e on a test, f a i l u r e in a relationship, or f a i l u r e at a job, I hope you know that its not my fault.

I can't control it, I just happen to be waiting to meet you wherever you mess up.

And what a morbid meeting it is for first timers.

The tears.

The despair.

The uncontrollable misunderstanding, not being able to grasp how you failed.

At least for some of you.

Others expect it.

Even then our meetings are no fun.

Perhaps you laugh in my face.

Or sigh in disappointment.

Or maybe have a burst of anger, although we both knew I was coming.

No one ever wants me.

They only want s u c c e s s.

And so I sit rejected in the corner, trying to remind you that, believe it or not, I exist too; you're not the only one with feelings. But you just turn away in disgust, and continuously chase after s u c c e s s, like an obsessed love-sick puppy.

It doesn't matter though.

I get my r e v e n g e when we meet.