Wasn’t it worth it?
There will always be something
To feel sorry about.
Their lives seem perfect,
And yours... filled with doubt.
The bitter mistakes
That you let define you.
You struggle against them,
And still they confine you.
Try as you might
You’ve never known
Just one thing
To call your own.
One thing at which
You’re better than all.
But alright, that’s okay
Before you walk you must crawl.
One step at a time
It’s been a nice journey to get here.
But now, just inches away
You’re going nowhere.
The last bit’s the hardest
When you feel like giving up.
But in the end it’s worth it,
No matter what.
No regrets here,
Your life isn’t empty.
You have more than enough,
In fact you have plenty.
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This is another poem I wrote when I was maybe twelve years old. Poetry was like my saviour back then so this one means a lot to me. That's why I decided not to edit it.
Hope you enjoyed it!
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems and song lyrics which I either wrote or which have some meaning to me:) Hope you guys like these as much as I do!
