The world was never
Going to be my oyster
Because statistically, I came from a
Disadvantaged backround.
My father was disabled
And did not work anymore.
My mum only worked part-time
And my step dad
Did not have a well paid job.
His trade was
Bottom rung of the ladder.
It was soul destroying
Having to work
In a job that men and women
Do while in prison.
I was reminded everyday
Of how my life
Had spiralled dramatically
Off it's axis.
I had hit earth,
And smashed to pieces.
It did feel like
I would never get a
Career that I was capable of
So I could be independent, travel
And make something of my life.
There were more
Locked doors, walls
And broken bridges,
Than open roads, now.
Being good at sport
And a clever student,
I had went from potential
Hero to hopeless.
All my hard work
Had went up in smoke.
I had been in hospital
With the crazies and
According to all
Of the conspiracy theories,
I was only destined
To be a waste of space.
To fade into the background.
My future was in ruins.
Nobody survives ward number four unscathed.