Dying To Be... ME

Had read and heard so much, I certainly thought I would know,

Being happy is what heart feels, it's all in one's control.

With growing age in numbers, I figured my happy needs,

Dreams of life I wanted, image of how things should be.

Tried all that I could, to make that fairy tale come true,

I used all my might to mend, but every next step life would screw.

The quest is never ending, as life never lets you rest,

Maybe it always was less, when I thought I gave my best.

In search of what I defined, I started loosing what was mine,

What made me stand from rest, what made my eyes shine.

My soul and my thoughts, best of friends I had,

In finding this happiness, I made myself sad.

Of all that made me happy, of all that I could see,

Only what gave a relief, was when I was just me.