Failure

Failure burns in my gut,

seeps into my blood,

circulates through my veins.

No matter the voices I control in my head,

I am surrounded, a standoff,

and failure came prepared

guns blazing, yet here I stand

with only a knife.

Useless hiding,

for my reflection is always waiting.

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