One they’d forget

My life feels like a movie, but not one you want to watch,

One where everything goes wrong, it’s a film you’d let rot.

Scene after scene, a scream no one would hear,

A story playing out slow, year after year.

It plays like the movies they force you to see,

The kind in class where you beg to be free.

You watch the clock, waiting for the bell,

But the story keeps dragging — a slow kind of hell.

The clock keeps ticking, but nothing moves on,

Each hour’s a sentence that lasts for too long.

The curtain stays open, the silence won’t break,

I’m stuck with a role I never wanted to take.

The ending won’t come, the silence won’t fade,

Just echoes of failure replaying each day.

If life is a movie, mine’s one they’d forget,

A CD crushed, a cassette stripped.