What the Future Holds

I am defeated

I wonder why

I hear the sneaky comments

I see the looks

I want things to change

I am stronger

I pretend I’m okay with it

I feel used

I touch the edge of uncertainty

I worry thing will never be the same

I cry for the things I miss

I am pushing through it

I run in hopes of proving them wrong

I accept my differences

I reject failure

I refuse to be seen as I am now

I am going to be better

I understand what it will take

I say things now to please others

I dream of the future

I try to be more understanding

I hope I will make it out in one piece

I am successful