Are you proud of me
Can I ever truly be
In the mirror, I see
A reflection, but not me
My dreams lie shattered
A heart once light, now tattered
Lost in the depths of despair
My soul cries out, no one to care
A facade of smiles I wear
Hiding the pain, the burden I bear
The weight of the world, it seems
Crushing my hopes and breaking my dreams
As I search for solace, I find
A sad end, my fate, unkind
In this world, I cannot see
How to be proud of me
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Shattered Hopes And Broken Dreams
PoetryThese are some the thoughts that circle my head everyday of my life. It's a pain to deal with, so I'm writing it out as poetry for others to enjoy as I can't ever fully explain my emotions when asked how I am or how I feel. No one said life was easy...
