Only few can see my worth
Only few can appreciate
Only few can tell,
"Yes, you deserve it."
Most of the time I feel like I don't belong
Even so, some would make me feel valued
In return, I learned to love them
One of the reasons why I'm holding on
But as days pass by, things are getting vaguer
Questions start to muddle in my mind
Is this what I really wanted?
Either yes or no.
I'm stuck at crossroads
Will I take the path of doubt and disinclination?
Or will I find ways to sustain my enthusiasm?
I prayed for this; I hoped for this
But the ironies of life come in between
This is one of the hardest parts--
When melancholy overtakes passion.