My Misery

As it seems that life gets better and better for me, the wicked little thing

Named fate or destiny, whatever the case may be,

seems to destroy happiness for me and cause a major sting

and it just seems so hard for me to see.

The things I reach for or try to fight for seem to be impossible to gain,

it tears me apart inside and destroys me piece by piece;

It seems that everything I need is slain

and my happiness seems to decrease.

Is it my actions that define my struggles in life, or is it

the decisions of others that I do not know about,

I offer up my heart, but it is thrown into a pit

and no one cares when they hear me scream and shout.

My terrors are real and so are the screams in the night

the ones that are a result of my shattered dreams;

I no longer have the strength or might,

And it seems to me life is pitting me against two skilled teams.

An attempt to fight, it  is useless to try

no longer will I attempt to care;

In my past, no matter the dangers, I looked up with hope to the sky,

and with others, my enthusiasm I would share.

Do I understand why things like this happen to me, no,

do I wish I can change certain aspects of my life, yes;

Life is filled with opportunities, I used to crow,

seems like a big problem, or a test.

But no matter what, everything is possible,

or at least that was what I thought.

I can't believe everything goes wrong and is not plausible,

But deep in my heart this evil thought I never bought.

No matter what I will continue to strive,

I will continue to prove people wrong.

I will be strong, I will thrive,

and I will be listening closely to hear the sweet song.

I will not back away, nor cower in fear,

I will not be afraid to show who I truly can be;

I'm not afraid to show compassion or simply a few tears,

but many people, to put it simply, just will not or cannot see.