An attempt to impress

stuff

An attempt to impress
Fails and leads to depress
Depression 
An 
Impression 
On our heart so cold
Not able to achieve
Only grieve
Because you don't believe
Yourself 
And who your
Who are we but ourselves
And yet were told to be selfless
Instead of selfish
Ourselves the only thing defining us
Yet the only thing denying us
Our true goal 
Our goal 
But what true toll
Would that goal cost
How many innocents live 
Would 
Or could 
Be lost
At the cost of your
Dream 
The one thing you deem
Always good and correct
To filled with respect 
Spent on your self
And your selfish ways
To truly care who pays
But the days 
Of selfishness are over 
Because those that only care for themselves
Are doomed to fall
Destroy themselves and maybe us all
Unless we call these people so selfish there selfless
That care about other people so much 
They don't consider them someone else
But a part of them
With them till the end
You can't spell 
Me without
My friends 
The people I will fight for 
Till the bitter end
 

Author's Note

a random but extremely true poem

Reviews

[confusio]

i enjoyed reading it..u have talent:)....and.. ...true indeed