Sorrow perfected

In the morning sun, I stand alone, Heartache heavy, weakness shown. Darkness creeps, soul laid bare, Vulnerable prey in the world's cruel lair. I envy those with dreams to chase, While I'm stuck in this endless maze. No aspirations, just hangman's game, A constant reminder of my lack of fame. I wish to rise, from zero to high, But the road is slippery, I can't defy. Without proper shoes, I'm bound to ground, Struggling to move, nowhere to be found.