I have the world handed to me on a silver platter

The opportunities hovering over me by the sun

The love circling me with its warmth

The future wrapped in a pretty box

Topped with a ribbon because I am special

But I have been weighed down with expectations

My hands too full to reach for the world

The shade of the darkness that lives inside

Keeps me from reaching the sun

I have become cold with hate

Untouchable by the love I once soaked in

I take steps every day

So one day

I can get to my pretty box

But I am tripping and something is pulling it further

And further

And further

Away

So far

That I can barely see the bow

Made for me

So far

That I can barely see

How special I am

Anymore.

The luck rains on me day to day

But I am too busy drowning in the ocean of defeat

To feel it.