Giving In Poem by Jessica Lee

Giving grief, giving sorrow, giving pain.
What is life about to me anymore?
Is it filled with greatness or failures.
I still can't see what is up ahead,
but I can control what will lie ahead.

I try to control myself from pain
but the pain tends to overlap.
The path I'm on is a broken road;
takes a while to glue the pieces back together,
but it's worth the while.

I see a new me but
the new me tends to be repetitive...
Can't show a smile but a fake smile.
Can't give you the best exotic thing that
I have received;
and can't seem to give in anymore.

Just seeing how people are using me,
just seeing how life treats me.
Why am I here for?
What is my purpose, what can I give?