It Would Get Better

When I was a kid I saw life as a bed of roses, I used to wish for a lot and of course I used to to get all that I wished for. All I ever wanted during the days that are gone I no longer want. All I ever fought for,seems to all fade away in unforgettable sweet memories. I no longer think of all I want, nor do think I of life as a bed of roses. Instead I see life as a mini box with different shades, I now fight endlessly to get what I need, I now fight to excel. Yet,the fear of the unknown stings me like a scorpion attacking its victim. When I sleep, I sleep not in peace. Too much of pressure I do feel most of the time. I feel like my best is not enough. The question of what if? leaves me afraid,empty,defeated and victimized. long ago,I have lost my senses of humor too serious I have become, too conscious I have become, too pained I feel. I feel like every body is out to get me. Yesterday I was disappointed by her, the day before I was disappointed in him, the day before the previous day I was disappointed by them, three days ago I was disappointed in the sourness of humans. Which leaves me wondering where are my true friends? why cant we all love and not make everything a competition? Jealousy the root of all evil, I try turn away from and be against. Pride I have tried to deviate from but I see that nature cannot be cheated, as it runs in the blood. Always does my heart beat when I think of the possibility of not succeeding, I feel the erratic blows wildly in,wildly out in my heart not of fear but of pressure. The labor of my mother must not be in vain, that woman is a mother "okunrin meta ninu obinrin" I love that woman. In the end, My life is going to be a huge success I am going to be wealthier than the wealthiest and my children will be Abisolarized-. born in wealth.