I'm dying a little everyday,
Trying to keep up this serenity.
That doesn't really exist for me.
All the hope and aspirations are going up in smoke.
I smile but inside I'm broke.
Hey you all here, can't you see?
This heaven on earth is hell for me?
I thought I wanted to be free,
But being free doesn't equal being happy.
I can't even cry because it's so cliche and sappy.
Everyday I agonize over failure ,
And not being number one.
The bar I set is too high,
The pressure keeps increasing by the tonne.
My ambitiousness won't let me be done.
I feel like I'm turning into Macbeth.
I feel like my story is going to be a tragedy.
I just hope its not too late.
I've become my own worst enemy.
Constant anxiety has become my new best buddy.
Author's Note: In my English class, we are doing Shakespeare's " Tragedy of Macbeth". We are writing commentaries and analyzing Macbeth's state of mind after he becomes king. That too after murdering the previous king. He can't sleep, constantly worrying and anxious . Long story short, he's going crazy.
What led me to write this has honestly nothing to do with Macbeth. Our situations are completely different yet while writing this poem I felt I sudden similarity between us. No matter what slander some people spews about Shakespeare, if so many years later I can still relate to his work then n my opinion he deserves to be known as the literary genius of his time and all time.
I can only hope my work will also transcend time ....:P