Thing happen
thoughts form
opportunities arise
doors open
These are the things
people see as good
things that give them hope
fill them with confidence
But for me
it works to different
so backward
and I hate it
The first spark of hope
sign of change
and I get depressed
the spark gets smothered
Deep in my mind
a light will come on
signaling hope
In seconds
the rest of my brain has noticed
and decides to take it from me
to kill my confidence
Smothering my spark of hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem