Purgatory Like Pockets

I have become the person they all said I would

I have gone from barely nothing to almost something

I then took a long hike into what I thought was comfortable

I somehow ended up in what some call blessed darkness

I have accomplished very little but have tried more than most

My opinions and thoughts mean something to me

But they take on different values and weight to others

I do compare my life to everyone just because I am being watched

Constantly measured to those past and present

How I perform not so much in solitude but before shifting audiences

Seem to tuck me in purgatory like pockets of suspended animation