Life Poem by Thandeka Best

Honestly I don’t know how to feel. Love, what’s that. It’s something I have never felt. Do you know what it’s like never achieving anything special, always living in the shadow always being counted out? Nothing that’s what I am, a failure, mediocre, that’s me. People think they know me, they think I’m sheltered, awkward. Perhaps, but truth be told I’m lost. My song is being sung for me and if I could be wiped out at the stroke of a pen it will offer me sweet solace. Each day is a challenge, each interaction taxing my body is not mine, my minds on autopilot. The job I prayed for is not what it’s cracked out to be and there’s nowhere to turn from here. Caught up, dumb founded, shadowed and at their mercy. Forever lost, forever misunderstood.