It sucks. That feeling.
You think I will fail.
Low expectations.
You assume you know.
Know me, know my thoughts.
Know what I can do.
Or rather, can't do.
How can that not hurt?
Some might fall right there.
Let their life be yours.
Use for an excuse.
To hurt others too.
But you can cause pain.
But you won't stop me.
Let your judgements die.
As I shatter them.
When I make my dreams.
I promise to thank you.
4/4/13
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
