Mediocre, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

 

Mediocre

A mirror’s image is cruel.

The wicked reflection stares.

Rays of regret and shame

Shoot back to the retinas.

 

I’m a selfish thinker.

Every thought I have is about myself.

How much I’m inferior in the grand scheme,

And how low I’ve sunk in my mind.

 

Confidence is a fleeting deer,

Which often ends up roadkill.

I need to be a better driver,

Or perhaps my car just hones in.

 

Tell me I’m attractive,

And then laugh in your head.

You know every compliment is a facade,

You know every look contains knives.

 

I don’t need help,

I swear I’m fine.

I don’t need to talk,

Everything’s just sublime.

 

I’ll just sit and stew,

Rot in my own dirty feelings.

Rainbows dot my room,

And I can’t escape from them.

 

A parent’s love is unconditional,

Except under my circumstances.

Tell my friends to stop their passive insults,

They’ll look at you and laugh.

 

I’d love to say farewell to my woes,

But they haunt me perpetually, as terrifying ghosts.

I am my problems, and they define me.

Put that in your loser’s dictionary.