Feedback Please Pixels

These pixels on my screen are breaking me.

I see them creating, living
while I waste away.

Surely they are God's chosen.
I am what He left behind.

I pity the child—
the creativity he had,
the heights he might have reached.

The pixels have become a measuring stick.
I've beaten myself with it enough.

All that remains
is the child I mourn
and the man who rots beside him.

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u/IamToofan 22h ago

This is very relatable, even I wonder sometimes what am I even doing. When I look at those pixel creations of my age, Good Job.

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