Who am I

If Life is easy, why do we strive? And search for hope, to keep us alive. And feel the pressure, which causes pain. And leaves a mark, or an ugly stain It makes me wonder, if I am astray? Or a marionette, in a child's play. Or am I an actor? in a grand display. Or have a message, I must relay. So many times, I am lost for words. Which help express, my hidden hurts. They bring relief, and inner healing. When life is dull, and not appealing. Sometimes I wish, a peaceful death. At dawn I leave, with the morning breath. But I am not the one, Who's in control. When time will come, He’ll make the call.