Self Reflection

Why are we so blind somtimes

To that which makes us feel

Those things that make us feel alive

Those things that make us real

We start to hope and wish and pray

That things will just work out

That things will make us realise

What life is all about

But in an instant away it goes

That feeling of new hope

Feeling like a death sentence

Like a noose made out of rope

Slowly surely, we die inside

Feeling crushed like stone

Wishing our hearts were not so soft

That instead they were made of bone

Nothing we ever do or say

Will ever be good enough

We keep on trying to succeed

No matter just how tough

Its just then we should realise

We could be happy on our own

That no one makes or completes us

That our self content has grown

So onwards I shall carry on

This path that we must walk

Even if its on my own

Till the day Im lined in chalk