Failure

I am a failure and I am not too proud about it.
Was it the society or something I did?
All I know is that I made my decision in seconds,
It wrecked my life they say, beyond amends.
All I see are my parents enjoying the fruits of life.
My father with a smile on his face while my mother thrives.

Now they call me a failure because I didn't do anything.
It's all for them and not for any other being.
I want to speak out my mind making them overwhelmed,
I bury my face instead keep my emotions shelved.

Are they like Brutus for betraying me,
Or am I am like Caesar who failed to see?
It's more complicated than that, a life full of deceit
Yes, I am a failure and I am not too proud about it.