emotica

disillusion

everything I’ve stood for
everything I thought was
never was

I’m back down again
bottom of the heap
I’m a dime a dozen
and so are you,
we all are.

we mean nothing to everyone.
I used to think I meant.
used to think I could change,
lead, persevere,
be a hero if I tried.

but there are no heroes.
the story never was.
there is no princess,
no gilded prize

no beginning.