In a world bursting,
With dreams and high goals,
There exists a tale,
Of not reaching our roles.
For we've all felt the sting,
Of not succeeding,
When efforts fall short,
Leaving hearts bleeding.
We strive and toil,
With passion burning bright,
But sometimes our paths,
Take us out of sight.
Each step forward,
Becomes a step astray,
As life's obstacles,
Get in the way.
It's in those moments,
When dreams start to fade,
That despair hovers close,
Like a mournful shade.
We question our worth,
And our chosen direction,
As doubts, like weeds,
Sprout with cruel affection.
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It's All In My Head
PoetryDeep inside the depths of melancholy and vulnerability, where every word holds the weight of a thousand unspoken truths, discover secrets only whispered by those who have embraced their own sorrows. Embrace the power of emotions as you immerse yours...
