Broken dreams

Perhaps the truth hurts,
Admitting it to myself twist me rotten inside,
Leave me broken and defeated;
For in truth,
None is to blame but myself;

How could I have not seen, not realized?
The dreams that I deferred,
 Shelved and collecting dust,
Casualties of my tortured past,
And still no one to blame but myself.

I and I alone is responsible,
The unhappiness and discontentment,
The apathy and disillusionment,
It shouldn't have lasted for so long;

I am awake now,
Finally cognizant of my self-destructive mode;
Hoping it is not too late,
Trying to reclaim the path strewn with broken dreams;

Tomorrow is a brand new day,
A new beginning is always promised.