In Search Of Happiness

I look all around me,
I search for an uncertain something.
Feeling discontent, never free,
A lack of something, an unknown nagging.

I see peple- oh! so content,
Without any sorrow, no pain pent.
I see, I wonder, I feel confused-
'Why am I unhappy?' I mused.

I tried, hard and long,
To stay happy, keep faith alive.
I tried hard, to remain strong,
In all those times of life's strive.

I failed, failed miserably,
I just wasn't right all the way along.
But I was still confused, still couldn't see-
Where did I go wrong?

I feel discontent, I feel distraught,
I understand not this emptiness.
What do I seek? What had I sought?-
My feelings are an entangled mess.

I have everything, all that I need,
Yet, I feel so lonely,
Inside, all alone, I bleed,
I feel I just don't know me.

I have no sorrow to mourn:
Have no wound to wail.
Still happiness is an enemy sworn-
To achieve it, I still fail.

I am frustrated-
'Why am I not happy?' I say.
'My problems are self-created,
Yet happiness comes for a moment- never here to stay.'

Suddenly, Inner Voice-Consience- spake-
'What are you looking for?
The content you seek is at your stake-
For happiness, you yourself abhor.

You searched the world, you turned a dunce,
For what was with you all the time.
Look inside, search your own self once,
And you will find happiness divine.