I was raised up,
with so much expectations.
Expectations so high,
it seemed unreachable.

I was ignorant of the world.
Didn't have the slightest thought
of the future.

What mattered was now,
the present.

However, it seemed that,
I was fated to fail.
No matter how much I reached out
for my dreams,
they were shattered by reality.

My legs are cramped, but
Pretending not to notice, I go on
This foolish disease of mine
Seems only to get worse and worse

I was raised to do be able to
do great things,
to travel through stormy seas.
But alas,
I'm drowning down and down.
Into the depths of despair and failure.

Were all this years for nought?
Was I destined to fail that badly?
Is there no hope for me?

Questions flood through me like a plague.

In the night,
I realised this infection.

An explosion has ripped apart
The shattered fragments of my heart
And although now all I see
Are glittering lights all around me
When, I wonder,
did I become this weak?

I came to a halt.
And reminicised.

The answer was obvious.
I was trying to run away from it.
I'm just an empty shell.
Meant to be shattered anytime.

Though I may be smiling,
it's all but a Hollow Ataraxia.

Now, as I slowly picked the fragments,
which could never be saved,
I'm slowly..
but certainly..
drowned in despair..