My Life, as I See It Each and every day I hope, dream, envy others and ponder . . . When will it be my turn for love and Happiness? My heart begins to wander. I am fed up with disappointment, I want it all, Instead I haven’t been left any. I want to live with a smile, Visit with a laugh, Possibly touch serenity. I am surrounded by people that love and care For me each day, So why is it that I feel so very far away? I am a road less traveled, A book with an ugly cover left on the shelf. People tell me it doesn’t matter what others Think or see, Just go about your life as you please and Love thyself. This doesn’t seem to help. How can you love yourself When you don’t appear to be loved by others? To ease the pain I close my eyes, Crawl into bed, And pull over the covers. It’ll be better in the morning, Tomorrow will be a brighter day. Start the day with a positive attitude And don’t listen to what others have to say. But tomorrow has come, And not much has changed, In fact everything has pretty much stayed the Same. The day drags on. Once again I have not been struck by Vitality, love or fame. I purse my lips, I pull my hair. I drop deeper and deeper Into despair. I’m tired of putting on a happy face, Just to avoid the dreaded question, Is something wrong? Stop smothering me. All I ask is that you understand me. I can’t keep this up for very long. It’s not that I feel that I’m not loved by my Parents, Or that I haven’t got any friends. It’s just that sometimes I wish All this sadness would soon come to an end. Deep inside, Though, I know it’s really not that bad. You can’t always be happy, nor Can you always be sad.