Finished

during, i can find solace,
but yesterday i had two hours
to learn that it’s not enough
anymore.

maybe it’s better when
there’s no competition,
no ranks, no official
record of my mediocrity.

maybe,
but it can’t last forever.

i ran eleven miles and realized
that this won’t make me good enough.

i fought back tears whilst doing
the one thing i love,
the one thing i do for me,
because it’s meaningless.

you don’t give a fuck
about the effort i put into this.

even if i was the best,
i wouldn’t be good enough for you.
hell, even though i’m “perfect”
to pretty much everyone else,
i’m still not good enough.

there’s always someone better:
someone else worth anyone’s time.

i’ll never be good enough.
and i’m never happy,
not even doing things i like.

no one would give a shit,
so why don’t i do everyone a favor,
and just put the finish line here?
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