by Mark Mangum
It is an uphill struggle for me to win any type of happiness in this sordid life I live
Every time I think that I have crossed that finish line, anger, hate, and everything negative comes and pushes that line
Those few days that were spent in happiness become a whisper, surely something from someone else’s life
I have come to believe that I was born into this world unhappy, and have been forsaken to remain in the clutches of my negative nature for all of an eternity
I know that just around the next bend in the road, that would be my life, is another tragedy waiting to happen
Because of a few moments of true happiness that I was able to bask in like a brilliant glow from the stars above
If this is not the case at all then maybe one day I will be at peace, and all these awful thoughts will be laid to rest.