Man it's so late but i can't sleep so i wrote a poem to pass my time.

SOME WHAT DREAM KILLER (c)

Sucess and progress is what is longed for
a near perfect future
far from there but the mind plans in advanced
like a storyboard your thoughts
skethes your mind a future picture
each sequence is what u truly dream of
the luxurious future that could be gained
your mind keeps your future goals alive
the deeper you think the more you strive
it's like walking up a stairway
each step makes the future closer
but to hear a few spiked words from a dream killer
from the mouth of an enemy to progress
poisoned words so stale
each letter cuts into the mind
slowly withering ones future plans
tumbling those steps
crushing that promising arch of hope
each sketch erased detail for detail
till that storyboard becomes empty
It gives you that feeling that you were forced
to rid the dream of a future you long for
but then
no one asked you to take notice
no one asked you to open your mind
to a welcoming of empty words
for it's you that holds the key
to what your heart and mind longs for
and to never slack on what u dream for
makes those poisoned words
a lash to strive harder.