If I could be the way I want to be,
Then I would change the world and save the day.
And if something went wrong, I'd still believe.
Not break, but fight until I found my way.
For someone broken and who feels abused,
Ideals like these are nothing but pipe dreams.
Although I am but a tool to be used,
I'll rise and fight, my goals I will achieve.
Because there is a spark of life in me.
This burning in my core will never fade.
I will push through despite the fact I cannot see,
Although I know I'm frail, I'm not afraid.
Although I'm told this is not possible,
I'll never stop until I reach my goal.
YOU ARE READING
sapriculous
PoetrySappy + Ridiculous = Sapriculous. This is sapriculous, adorkable, sometimes sad, nerdy, poetry.
