Finding Strength
Sometimes I hate myself for trying hard.

Do I have to do so much?

It makes me wonder if anyone actually sees the effort.

Sometimes I ask myself whether all the many things I do are worthwhile,

After all, I'm broken and mangled once more.

I'm already trying my best,

Almost threw in the towel,

But picked myself up again.

I'm trying to look on the brighter side

For 2 months ago, all I saw were dark clouds.

I never knew it could be so difficult;

I never knew you could be so difficult.

I wonder what you need me to do,

For I'm already doing what I can,

Holding on to what I believe.

My conscience is clear.

My heart is whole.

I'm glad He knows,

And that's more than sufficient.
- posted by NaNa @ 6:39 AM