Loser

My favorite loser is me.

I laugh at it sometimes,

because I know what I could be,

I know there’s something bigger in me,

but I’m too worn out to chase it.

My head feels heavy,

my body feels older than it is,

and most days surviving

already takes everything I have.

It’s not that I don’t care,

it’s not that I don’t want more

I just can’t keep up with the noise,

the weight,

the endless trying.

So here I am,

my own favorite loser,

because at least I know the truth:

I could’ve been more,

but right now I’m just tired.

-dmnd