ive had dreams.

not one,
not three,
Many.

i used to think i was so close to finally tasting just abit of those dreams.

but instantly, i always fall all the way down.

what am i missing?

I once thought i'd be of use in his house,
i wanted to dance,
i wanted to help,
i wanted to sing,
i wanted to play the guitar,
i wanted to share.

im a hardworker,
honestly, not to show them i could,
but because i just wanted to be used.

i spent nights,
visualising what could be.
and days,
practising and staying focused.

but now,
not many,
not three,
not even one

of my dreams have even started taking off.

i find myself pulling and just surviving through the days.

ive stopped expecting,
ive stopped dreaming,
ive stopped being.. me.

i miss myself,
but im tired of trying again.

xx, r