Finding happiness

June 4, 2014

I can see the prize up in the air,

But As the year coming to close

It's token in from me,

My mother always had faith in me,

When I was young,

She consider me as a caterpillar,

That grow in a nest until it's ready to branches out into its own,

Into a butterfly,

Beautiful,

Bright,

Smart,

Common sense,

Lady Butterfly,

But my wigs are little dainty,

Blinded by negative,

That I can not see positive,

I love me,

But where is my joy,

Happiness,

Haven't smiled on the inside in one month in a half,

But I determine to find out where it is,

Even if it Take years,

I will find joy,

And will enjoy every bit of it,

For life,

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