I hope I'm not a fail.

-ure I swear I'm not,
But this warped sense of distance,
It's all that I've got.

What do we have if we can't
Run to the other side screaming
Nursery rhymes, entranced
By innocence beaming
And a lost sense of accomplishment.
None of this was ever meant,
But that gets lost in the painkillers,
Spring break and late night thrillers.

I hope I'm not a failure.
I swear that I'm not,
But this warped sense of distance:
It's all I've ever had;
It's all I've got.