Angry

I’m not angry at the world,
I’m not angry at anybody else,
I’m just angry at myself
For not following up my dreams with the work that they deserve.
A dream will stay that way,
Unless your willing to realise it,
And say,
‘This is what I want,
And I will prove that I deserve it.
This is what I need,
And so the hard work will be worth it.’
So now the work can start,
I’ll use my brain
Not just my heart,
I’ll keep a hold of any pain,
So I can use it as a mark
For the distance I have come
And the path that lays ahead.