Where is My Head?

When I look around I see a world full of miserable people, people who can't enjoy their life because life is playing them like some game.

Life is full of endless possibilities

Endless ways to fail 

Endless ways to achieve success

And although the options seem so heads or tails

The choice for most people is always so clear

You fail more than you succeed 

Failing is a stepping stone to success

But why do I feel like the game is rigged 

Two tails and no heads

Two sides but no face

The worst things in life come free to us 

No quarter involved 

Making someone else happy is easy 

But when it comes to yourself 

It’s the hardest thing anyone can accomplish 

More

It is always an issue 

We do not respect our life, so our life does not respect us

An on going battle where neither sides surrender

Well I have given up

I have taken that quarter and placed it in my pocket 

I do not respect my life

I would rather fail than to disagree

Maybe than instead of the constant game Ive been playing 

Death can set me free

Reviews

[Clay Feet]

Enjoy your argument, but you should clean up your grammar. Not much, but it will help the reader. "on going" change to "on-going". Maybe "then" instead of "than" [then = time] [than = comparative]. You have a bright future penning your thoughts. Super effort!

[Elwyn]

You definitely DO NOT suck at poetry! This is beautifully written. The metaphor with the coin is So spot on!

I especially like the lines:
"Two tails and no heads
two Sides but no face"

I think the comparison is just really clever, especially the bit about putting the coin in your pocket, almost as a loophole of sorts. By refusing to play, you can't lose but you also can't gain...

All in all, wonderfully penned! Very excited for upcoming work!

[Closing Thoughts]

Wow, this poem is incredible. It's very dark, and makes me feel really emotional, but it's beautifully written. I truly hope that this isn't completely accurate to how you feel, though, unfortunately, many people do feel this way. I like the metaphors used between the quarter and the game of life. I agree. Sometimes I feel like the game is rigged a certain way. Some people have a penny, some a dime, and some a two faced quarter. But we can always go searchin for new coins, right? Thanks for sharing this :)