I wonder, do you ever get nervous?
Do you question your purpose?
Do you feel like you've done enough,
When everything is rough?
Do you feel like a good person?
Even when the conditions worsen?
Sometimes it feels like it's too late,
For the world you long to create.
You long to feel hope,
Yet more often, you sit and mope.
Nothing is wrong with the person you are,
That person you wish to be isn't really that far.
For the journey you must brace,
You must give yourself grace.
Not only to those around you,
But towards yourself, too.
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Just A Broken Thing
PoetryThese are the thoughts and feelings that go through the mind of a young, broken girl. She doesn't make sense and doesn't expect you to make any out of it.
