Reflection of me

Trynna find a way,
in this crazy life of mine.
Trynna find where I belong,
well its taking a damn long time.
Trynna live the way they all expect.
Trynna do the right thing,
and of course gain espect.
But when you're being beaten,
not physically but emotionally and mentally,
it's hard not to weaken.

Trynna stay strong,
while taking all this abuse.
Trynna keep my head up high,
but really, whats the use?
Trynna show what I can acheive,
but I feel I have no support,
nobody who will belive.
Trynna be and do the best,
but still trynna be me.
Trynna stay positive,
but a glass half empty is sometimes what I see.

You see me sitting here,
pratically dying in this chair.
You just look away, nothing to say.
I think that's because you feel what I feel.
You dont know how to help yourself,
so you cant help me heal.
When I look at you, you know what I see?
A broken, beatdown soul.
A reflection of me.