Fear

I have been constantly 

Trying to improve 

To manage uncertainty 

And To fit in the daily groove 

I have been trying to manage things 

While managing my daily habits

Which are just spooling things 

All I am left with

Is fake feelings and hope 

Sometimes it seems

My self confidence 

Is like a broken rope

Maybe I should 

Accept that 

I don't have the strength 

To fight anyone anymore 

My poetries put people 

In lonely shores

It seemed that 

Never were my poems and words  

Had the impact worthiness 

Of becoming the ideas of today 's age 

Maybe I would be remembered 

As the depressed poets 

In legends of future days

My poems would be 

Remembered by the people 

Who are just fighting depression 

And faking their wellness everyday 

It seems that today 

I should just confess

I was a loser always 

Just faking the winner mindset