The tears of desperation slipped down my face as I sat drawing my knees up to my chest and encircling them with my arms. Why me?? Why did this have to happen to me??? I am a good person. I have a pretty good life for the most part. Why do I have to miss out on the life I want to live? Why do I have to skip the moments that I would have treasured the most? Does no one on this earth understand the pain that I go through every day? Does anyone understand the struggle?? The frustration of being a failure? How do you tell someone that you can't keep your promises? Were they promises? Did you truly promise them or did you make a promise to yourself? If so what is the difference? My life is a shadow. My voice is a whisper. No one respects me even though I know that I have power within. I appear weak most of the time I suppose but my heart is strong and so is my character. I want to be brave. I want to be loved....Why does the world hate me so?? Why does it seem that every moment I am taking one step forwards three steps back? The world is a question waiting to be answered and I am full of questions of the world. How can the world reject me every time I try to love them? How can I struggle with my passions and fears and no one cares??? When I look in the mirror all I see is a fog. A whisper of what could have been. My misty eyes are glassed over with regret. My love captured in bottles on a shelf. The sky grows Grey the night is dark with satisfaction of the moment. Is the world mocking me? In all of my failure and in all of my weaknesses. But even through the darkest shadows even in the thickest fog a thumping so loud fills my ears. Is it footsteps? Is it thunder? No it's the beating of a lonely heart as the glass box that is it's capture caves in.
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