Happiness lies in everyone.
Everyone has it, everyone feels it.
But, for me, its a feeling
that I have not felt
for a long period of time
that I don't remember
how It feels to truly be happy.
Because every bit of happiness
I come to feel is destroyed
as quick as it comes.
It's as if the world doesn't want me to be happy
that the only feeling I'm only allowed to feel
is nothing but pure sadness.
Happiness lies in everyone.
Everyone has it, everyone feels it.
Except for me because I have sadness.
(pause)
So little joy.
So much misery.
That It has become to be
that happy is a word
I'm not familiar with.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
joy and misery is but tow side of the same coin, thanks.