my poet hidden inside

it were a time to go rejoice rejouiserejouise . it be the world at foot. of others are so nerverase are they. the people see me sweet. the people take my roll as of me. they try and try. as in I have been left alone and destitute. in the mites of thoughts who see that I have no happiness. only happiness they choose. I ach for the one I was shown. he not wanting to know now. passing the choose to others. as I sit on the beach reading my book, I fell slipping away from who I am shall I slip away for happiness. as happiness now has turned their back. I so low on life that I choose to sit and not think as when I think I just yearn for the one I see but cant touch. its a way to be and they evil sister derides to choose. I shall not fight I have none left. as now I am doomed to live my life this way. as a play along NO,