Shattered

I can never seem to get it right. I contemplate both day and night. Hear all my wrongs yet the goods out of sight. My dreams are so high but I can't reach with my height. Short torso, short legs, short arms all in all. Trying to reach but end up a wobble and fall, fall on my face as it shatters my dreams because I have a problem, nothing's ever what it seems. Too good to be true, that’s what my life lives by. I either laugh it off,or I just lie down and cry. To some it might seem bitter, but to some it may seem sweet, in a perfect universe or in my dreams the two would evenly meet. Surely no chance in this lifetime, for this I truly know, I have dug my own grave, so now I shall reap just what I sow...