A field of broken dreams

Would you ken my meaning when I tell you that I am sacrificing my future for a dream?
Will you understand that the depths of my despair is the fear of failure?
Do you hear me in the night when I lay awake, gnawed at by worry that those who doubt me are right?
Is my need to be better than I am tomorrow something that endears me to you? Or do you despise me for it?
Can you see that I have walked through a field of broken dreams and that the hope of unproven success is all that keeps me going on?

Damn you Hope.