My winning streaks are quite short.
All who know me see the next failure,
But they blow circuits when I lose.
Expectation of my failures should
Flow smoothly through their minds.
I expect to lose and to be wrong.
Crashing hard, regularly, this is I.
But when those circuits smolder,
I am always shocked by the
determined anger of those I love.
I want to scream,
I cannot do better
at trying so hard
to be good.
But they see a loser pandering to failure.