I am not…

Sometimes life has a way of moving you..

To pass thing like wants and hope.

To feel conquered even the fight is still beginning.

To loss your faith from something you hold on tightly.

At some point..

Belief is gone by being distrusted.

Courage fades though you can still see a glimpse of light.

Letting happiness depart because of being shattered by it.

People may cause these,

May question me,

Think of me as they want to be,

But I will never stop surviving.

I weep but I refuse to surrender.

I speak and I mean it.

I complain but I never break.

I trust but don’t dupe.

And I am hopeful but not a sufferer.