More poems by trip.me.i'm.clumsy

Searching Inside

Looking all around myself,
I try and try to find,
the little piece of cheerfulness
that'll keep my peace of mind.

They have all told me,
time and time again,
that if I look inside of me,
it's happiness I shall win.

But over and over I've tried,
and I've finally given up.
Then a whisper speaks to me,
and I feel the love.

It seems such a tiresome process,
as it repeats so many times.
This was the best I could relate it to you,
in a short poem that ryhmes.