The Trumpet

When you see me, what do you see? 

A brass instrument.

A dream.

An ambition.

A lifestyle. 

Such positive light, but others, they don't see me that way. 

Instead I'm, 

A frustration. 

A moment of weakness. 

An annoyance. 

A dissapointment. 

What am I to you? 

I don't want to be a dissapoint ment, the frusration. 

I want to be a dream, an abition. 

I want to be the insrument you play, no matter how you feel. 

I want to see your eyes glimmer just like my bell. 

I hope those who see me in a negative light, 

Soon learn to see me as I really am, beautiful. 

Those of you who love me, never stop! 

So what am I to you?