The day comes again
The same person writes again
A year older none the more wiser
who knew I would still be as or more depressed at this ripe juncture
I look at the man in the mirror and falter
I try and I have been trying to better
never thriving always at the back looking at others thriving
In constant fear while the rest cheer
Here again shy, shameful and holding back tears
Writing to express what's within,
Cause there is no one to hear
Liked by most but nobody loved him more
Though no matter at what juncture
Regardless of all the fear
And all the defeat and ages of sad, fatigue and beneath
There is no other choice but to keep hope alive
For what else does he have if even his hope is gone?
If not for himself then for those he cares
Struggling, striving and never conniving
Maybe tiny in society
And looked down by the entirety
Despite the disrespect
Hope and faith will keep him straight.
