I'm not strong enough
to fight for my happiness.
But I try everyday;
I fight myself to feel okay.
But should fate one day decide
that I must lose the bout,
then perhaps
it would be my time to rest.
I think I deserve it, after all
I did try my best.
But for as long
as my breath fills my lung
and I can curl my fist
I will fight.
Then maybe, one day I'll win
the happiness I so wish.