Quiet Poem About Random Girl

Grumbling and bitterness is no good. It won't take
These feelings she kept in. Held them tightly
A potential arriviste. Had her bags packed and all
Dreamt of sitting on panels. Small her. Panels.
But one must shill now. She'd failed to realise this
The world had turned on her. She was worthless
'You just need to try harder. Believe and achieve'
She recolied in horror at this final realisation
Is there any place one might go to die from sadness?
In the end she'd just wanted somewhere to belong
'You never know,' they said. Nah. She knew. Clearly
Maybe in life most people end up where they begin?