The Chaser that's what they call me
Whatever is in my sights
Whatever I want
Everyone knows there is only one option for me
Chase it down until it's mine!
School, work, sports, friends, life...
I will succeed
That is the only option
Because I am the chaser!
But when will I stop running?
When will I finally get there?
When will I have it all?
What am I even chasing!?
Success, respect, admiration...
You are everything to me!
I am your prisoner
I am your slave...
They call me the chaser, but that's a lie...
I'm the one who is being chased!
Feeling inadequate...
Feeling useless...
Feeling worthless...
THOSE ARE THE REAL CHASERS!
And I can never stop running
I will never let those feelings ever catch me... again...
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Author:
Wayne E (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I used to think of myself as someone who was very ambitious and was a "go getter". However, I'm starting to realize many of my ambitions come from this desperate need to prove to myself that I'm not worthless. This poem is for those who work so hard, because they are too afraid of what they might feel or see when they stop moving.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I can relate to this. I am a human doing, only interested in the end result, forgetting to enjoy the process. Well done.
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