Alone
The darkness echoed all around me,
My failures questioning what I could be.
If history was destined to repeat,
My self-doubt would make me retreat.
When someone is bound to fail,
Dreams of joy and success go stale.
Yet, here I stand against the wave,
Fighting for a chance not to cave,
To prove to others that I have a voice,
But mostly tell myself I deserve to rejoice.
This poem is about:
Me