failed.
poems.
what are you doing,
if everyone's proud to have you,
but you can't find a reason why?
what could you change,
if you gave it all
to follow your dreams
and still seem to lose the fight?
what if every
"I believe in you"
didn't change the fact
that you failed?
what if "failing"
isn't the point at all?
maybe
following your dreams
means to
find more than one way
cause your disappointment
doesn't mean you are
less beautiful,
less awesome
or any less made for the things
you are passionate about
you feel the way you do,
cause you really want to win,
because you are made for this game
and
I know you
you're confident,
intelligent,
strong
and talented
so take your feelings,
all the chaos of it,
and
fight even more
fight like a warrior
and show them all
-or most important-
show yourself
what a fucking bad ass you are
you've got to realize that
you're still nailing it
cause that's the way
you will follow
your dreams