Fail

by Eric Y. Theriault

You always had,
the most precious of eyes,
as you could see,
right through me.
You always knew,
without my words,
and you always knew,
whichever road I should follow,
I should see the greatest success.
You always spoke,
so high of me,
that I could never repay.

Now I travel alone,
many secrets left untold,
and I know which road
you wish me to take,
and I know which road
I should take,
But I fear that I am not ready,
and that I will,
perhaps for the first time in your eyes,
fail so miserably.
Reason I could never explain,
But part of my secrets I keep from you,
are my very own dreams,
and I hope your heart is constant,
and your words only encourage my dreams,
I hope to never fail you,
but I cannot promise,
as I am stupid,
and I have nothing,
and all you see is false,
and all you believe of me
is really what you want to believe.
and is really nothing like me,
and though I succeed in your eyes,
I will never succeed in mine.

eyt*