Falling, Fallen, Fell, Fall
I used to think I was brave.
That I could be anything I aimed for.
But then life hit me,
kicked me,
shit on me
rolled me in dirt
and spit on me.
I wish I could be brave again,
not live in fear,
and let my heart shine.
If I were brave I could tell them
to stop.
I could tell him I love him.
I could do anything.
It's hard to choose the right
path.
I feel as if I'm slowly drifting
from the path of light.
I have fallen.
Hard.
And I'm too scared to
get back up.
This poem is about:
Me