Hurt

Weak minded is my tag, You foresee failure in me. I haven't had a reason to brag, A loser I'm bound to be.. The greatest love, Was in my vivid imagination, I grasped it with my faith's glove, But it slipped from life's conviction. A sense of pride is in need, But I can't while I walk in your shadows. I were to remain wrong even in a good deed, I'm filled with sorrows.. Why do I feel so sad? I can't fight the feeling, Of not being good but bad, I seem to be crawling or kneeling... A taste of appreciation is rare, All I ever did was love you, But you filled me with fear, Crisis is what remained true. I ask for a second of summer, To pause from the shiver, Whilst the cold lurks around the corner- This agony extends to a nile river. I fell in affection, But I remained the blame, I yearned for protection, But agony became less tame. Confusion ruled my world Threats adorned my thoughts I lived a story which was not told But succeeded from all your plots....