The Dawn of My Happiness

Here i am with rethoric questions racing in me everyday , It's festive now ,everyone is out to see their mothers and fathers , what about me Lord ? They are out there jollying everywhere with words of praises , But who's praising me now ? Who is comforting me when ice age revists the life of me ? That last time I saw Mommy , I was a toddler ,so is Father in my ages of embryo , I never felt the presents of my old man , I'm being told stories he was like I am , But wearing such belief is poking Eminem . I'm out searching for hope here and there , But its never enough , Hapiness is my enemy . At worst I'm being given names , with fingers poking me to the center of hatred . Why didn't you give them such chance to see me flourishing . It is useless I'm telling you ,to have all this wonderful materialistic things but Momma isn't here to approve these that I accomplished .I 'm all here fed up all day with tears rolling my eyes and there isn't a soul to comfort me , ohh dear Death ,You are heartless .