winter has risen,
it's so hard to confess,
when there's nothing left to say,
never a choice,
this silent profession,
always seems we're on the same line,
i've watched you compare,
why should I even bother,
the same conclusion,
I promised myself I was through trying,
why am I finding the effort escaping,
aiming for the stars,
I should realize they're far beyond my grasp,
feels like i'm falling behind,
never sure what i'm asking for,
still haven't figured out what i'm missing,
I remain with the last,
overseen, caught up in a losing streak,
struggling to discover where to extract bliss,
hopeful that my day will come,
someone will finally see the good within,
and won't let it slip away.