Sucks to be me...

I tell myself tomorrow I'll be different, I'll be brave, But the words taste like promises I know I'll never save. No monster stole my future, no tragedy to blame— Just me, stuck watching myself lose at my own game. They say I'm talented, they say I have so much, And I smile and nod like their belief is enough. But potential's just a word for what you'll never be, A gift wrapped box you're too afraid to see. The cruelest part is knowing it's all on me, No villain wrote this script, no lock without a key. Just a standstill I've built with my own two hands, Watching my life slip through like hourglass sands.