Dont Know Poem by Jazz Simpson

Wind is rushing throw my hair do i dare show my despair. It is unwilling, untrying but it trys to hurt and has the will to hurt, it does, so much that one person can only bare to stand so much of it at one time before it showers over them like a frightful scream in the middle if the night. Shall one compare thee to that which becomes itself in the dark, a daunting spirit here to take all of one persons away, no becasue no one can live with out those special emotions in their lives it feels good to love, and be loved, to show loved and have love shown back, but sadly I don't have that luxury me and happiness have not yet been properly acquainted, and for that reason i don't know happiness very well at all and since we havent been acquainted or will we ever be i doubt that i will acquire the goodness of happiness, but maybe i will, but for now i don't know.