Disspointment

Dissapointment.
Its bitter taste.
Consuming every fiber of you.
Pouring failure through your soul.
Licking at your feet.
Pulling you bellow the surface.
Shadows of 'could have beens' and 'should have beens' lurking around each corner.
Not good enough.
Not good enough.
NOT GOOD ENOUGH!
But above all, not brave enough.
Goodbye lonely road, no victim be I today.