the time of disillusion...

I tried,
I really did.
But each day a pin adds onto my flesh.

I tried,
I persevered.
What do i get in return?
A thorn in my nerves.

I tried,
I cried.
My tears were dried.
My soul was weary.
I stared upon the calm blue sky
whose colour was a reflection of the deep blue sea.
I gazed at the grass so green and fresh.
I chanced upon the mirror,
and in it I saw,
the reflected person who was tormented by her disillusioned life.