Falter After

 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.