Sometimes I look into a mirror and the other side stares
As if it wished it’s reflection was not there
And I can see in the eye’s many dreams
But these disappointments remove from the eye’s gleam
Because my life is not what every one see’s
And I am forced to conform to what I am wanted to be.
I am disappointed be friends, disappointed by him.
With an eagerness to please I am disappointed from within.
I am disappointed by my family they always get me down.
But I realize the family makes me round
And so does everything in this life; the pain, grief, sorrow and endless strife.
Disappointments take the spoilt away from me
And helps me appreciate other opportunities
There will be many doors slammed before the right one is opened
The disappointments are only those closed doors which God does not intend us to enter, anyway.