Figting For Happiness Poem by Kenneth Boitshepo

As a teenager, as a young boy
Me as a child,
Happiness was never on my side,
Parents were never close to me
But lonelyness was the to comfort me.
Postive thinking kept me going,
The pain inside me kept on glowing.
No one discern my whining,
I became cold and unemotional.
Bizarre my universe had no texture,
Nor quality which objects have, and
Which can be seen.
Everything to me became decay,
I was fighting for happiness.
Sad thing is was defeated,
My life was a prison cell,
I had no where to go,
No shoulder to carry me.
I couldn't close my eyes at night
I needed people, friends,
Courage and I never got them.
Everyday at sunset I'm hoping, praying
That things will be okay but
Only God knows.