I always seem to get it wrong
Whenever it counts the most
I always seem to lose the battle
And yet always come so close
I always seem to be cast aside
Wondering what went wrong
I always think it must be my fault
Since it's gone on way too long
Happiness is a journey, they say.
And not a destination
Yet here I am, in misery still,
Marvelling at my creation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, its so deep, but at the same time so simple in the way you bear your soul, BRAVO!