Broken Dreams
Worthless, shameful, bastard, good for nothing Echoing through my head Pitiful, Anger, Rage, I hate you bursting through my soul Oh how I wish for this to end Won't I ever feel good again? But I just can't help the way I feel; Because of those words they hurl at me My dreams have become like broken sticks I look around and all I see are people making fun of me; Who is she, she'll never make it, her life will never change Am I just another victim of the system? I asked myself that day. Who said that? Who told you those things about me? Did it come from you or did my creator tell you so? The one who made you and I have better things to say As he knows what I was created to do So don't judge me by the suit I wear, or the materials that I do not have because my life is worth far more than what you can imagine or think, It can never be measured or calculated by the instruments of men, Only God can determine my life according to