I exist <br />on xanax and beer <br />poorly written verse <br />and a little bit of fear <br />of the greatness <br />that once lived inside <br />of me dying <br />but Im too scared or stupid <br />to stop trying <br />the lies i told myself <br />could fill a small library <br />consult your dictionary <br />for a definition of failure <br />open the book look it up <br />and you will find my face there<br /><br />Bryan Alexander<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/failure-there-is-no-positive-here/
