Stuck in a world,
Living vicariously through others.

In a snow globe of disaster,
Looking out at the happiness that surrounds me.

Even in my dreams
I don’t give myself the things I need.
How am I supposed to make amends
With the life I lead?

The life I could’ve had-
Shot down and broke apart.

Didn’t even give it a second chance, and I call it my dream?

You’d think I’d to anything
To salvage what I could

But I didn’t, I just couldn't
So, lost and miserable I stood

Settling for less every day since,
Hoping the dream was just a dream
And it would pass.

What scares me most:
I’m starting to think I can do it--
I can have my dream.

I was so comfortable just believing
It was a far off fantasy

But now I think
'Why not me?'