Diary of an underachiever

So much potential, so pittle care
Don't you dare succeed
You will upset the balance
Malice or laziness
Or fear of the truth
Aloof, you await the final breath
Full of positivity
But fearful of sharing
Avoiding the caring stares
And alltogether stale
Before you were even born
Who knows, you may know the truth once
But would you even
Would it still matter
Friend?