Plans are shattered, hopes lost
Amid a tangle of resentful thoughts:
The mind receives a dulling thud
For its excited time has all been spent
For naught.
Only the anguish left behind
Can remind us of the void within,
And so we force a smile to show
We do not mind, and hide
With desperate care, our vacant soul
And dare forget the disappointment.

by Philippa Lane

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This is amazing. I feel I can relate because you wrote this at my age, and I love all of the imagery.