Many years Ive fought losing battles that left my world shattered into pieces I couldnt pick up.
Now that I am older and dont have a shouder to lean on Im ready to lean on my own.
Push myself to realize Iam grown.
And in the end it will always be me.
And no ones going to bring happiness for free.
To my understanding you need to know self to move on.
To admit the real me will only make me strong.
I am a lier, I am a cheat, alot of the days when I look at myself I dont like what I see.
I ask myself all the time is there something wrong with me.
I am not perfect Lord knows Im trying to be
But im fighting a losing battle cause I have a history behind me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Life is a war U win some battle & U loss some. I feel this. I send it to a friend of mine she need this.