Proud of me

Since I can remember they've doubted me said a mirror of my mother's past was what I was destined to be ,I promised to give them reason to be proud of me.

I've tried but my heart refused to accept that there was nothing I could do or be to make him see that he should be proud of me.

Cried my eyes out when I realized the "friends" I thought would stand by my side were plotting my demise,had to Cope with the fact they would have given it all to see me fall,felt so dumb cuz I believed they couldn't wait to be proud of me.

Torn apart inside felt like I could die,I mean how was I to feel when my reality turned out to be a lie and the one's I was told to fight were the one's who turned out to be right.

A dad who I so badly wanted to care,just wanted him to be there,A mom who heard my cries and saw my pain just wanted to protect and shield me from the rain stuck between the two I just wanted to be free but,there was no way i could make them both proud of me.

Came to the conclusion that people will never be who I want them to be and I know who I am so I can't worry about what they see.There are some who will never believe and the biggest pay back is to achieve.Whats important is that I am truly complete and I can honestly say I am proud of me.