Happy

I feel trapped, very trapped.

I cry secretly everyday.

I don’t have the answer for myself, I really don’t.

I wonder why I ever feel this way?

I’m envious,

Of some who are successful,

Of those who are carefree,

And those who work in Starbucks,

And still be happy.

I don’t need much money, I don’t need much.

I just want to do something that will make my heart sing.

I’m searching for it,

I know it exist,

Right now I’m just lost,

I guess,

Someday I will find it.