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Mediocrity

Mediocrity mars me and marks me his own, 
forcing himself inside my mental cavity, 
thrusting his full throttle negativity 
into my depression. 
He pants of ‘never gonna happen’ brilliance, 
and whispers of idiocy. 
‘Average’ he says is my name now, and 
so shall it remain. 
He continues molesting me with second guesses 
for what seems like hours, 
depleting my deep seeded need to achieve 
with promises of a common existence.