Poetry of Living

Every year I write
But it's all for nothingness.
Empty spaces fill
To organize a mess.

Stress and sadness
Mixed with little frowns,
Make up daily living
While i wish to drown.

But feelings change often
As new faces arrive,
And alter all feelings
Which are hard to hide.

Happiness is somewhere
Though tough to find,
Always near the corners
That time hides.

To look is to get lost
And sometimes life is dark,
But I've always found myself
Which has been good thus far.