A road to poetry

This year

This year is the year of me,
The year i have waited to see.
I will own my life,
And strive to make myself a new.

The previous years had left me scared,
Years that had in the beginning seemed promising.
But had beaten me down hard,
I thought i had seen through the cracks before hand.
But i failed to realise they had holes instead.

I wish i had not overlooked those years,
Just should have tried more,
I was supposed to be the years core,
Not it's mat.
That it could drag around as it pleased.

Like a commander and his soldier,
I just obeyed.
Never looked back,
Or spoke back.

So i became a person no one knew was there,
Even though i sat in the corner.
Where the noisy bunch were,
But it still seemed like no one knew i was there.

They never seemed to talk to me,
Is it that they couldn't  see me?

I hope this year is better,
This new year of me.
The year i have waited to see.

                    Author's note

Hi everyone! It has been a while. School had been hitting me hard so writing was not in the books for a while.