I am ashamed of who I am,
I am ashamed of what I've done,
I am ashamed of what you've done to me,
and of this person I've become.
I can't look you in the eyes,
can't let you see inside,
this place deep dark inside of me,
where patheticism thrives.
I could turn it all around,
and that's what I'm ashamed of most,
there's greatness waiting patiently,
to scared to take control.
All of those whom I've let down,
I see their faces in my dreams,
how can I continue when I'm
so ashamed of what I've been.
There is much I could have changed,
but I've wasted all these years,
trying to fix what wasn't broken,
instead of facing my own fears.
by
Thorneposted on 05/01/2008