Poetry

Proud of Me

I'm dead

All motivation burnt out

Simply to protect myself

From wounds deep within

But I want it back

I want to fight

I want to be someone who those I care about can be proud of

I want to be as smart as they think

To grow up strong

To build an empire

To be looked up to

But so many stand in my way

Obstacles I have to face

But I want people to be proud of me

I want to be strong for Ilsa

Happy for Helen

To be smart enough for Dylan

I wish to become a person they can be proud of

I don't want to feel ashamed

Like I'm just a burden

I have many past injuries

All mental in form

If they were scars that be fine

Scars heal over time

And make one stronger

But most of my wounds

Are still open

Buried so I don't have to face them

I couldn't if I tried

So I'm stuck running

Running

Running away

From my problems to this day

But I will become someone they are proud of

I will push past my problems

The obsticals

I will reach for beyond the sky and stars

I will gain it all

I will become strong for those who mean so much

For I want the people I look up to

To be proud of me