Hold

I was always made to believe
that dreams came true
Held on fast to find them
Just to see them falling through

There is nothing new inside
just kicking around the same old
Still hoping for better someday but
The doubt has taken hold

Followed my hope
Down an endless road
My heart beating every step of the way
The path leading me on
Knowing where my world belonged
I knew what I needed to say

I opened my mouth to speak
words tumbled into open air
I swear I never saw this coming
Had I only avoided what was there

There is nothing new inside
Just kicking around the same old
Still hoping for better someday but
The guilt has taken its hold

I came here with intent
and determined to stand on my feet
now I've fallen so far behind
I can't make the ends meet

There is nothing new inside
Just kicking around the same old
Still hoping for better someday but
The hurt has taken its hold

Bitter

Such a bitter expansive
display,
thinking
they like you
better this way;
You inquired:
Why were you worth
my trouble?
You need
to think
that question
over.