Me and the World

It's so hard at times, to qualify I mean.
I cry inside daily and the color of frustration paints my face,
I try to cherish life, thoughts and memories of things I've seen.
The times of satisfaction soon ends and the glory fades without a trace.
It seems that when I work hard, sometimes it is for naught,
The only things that I feel at peace with, comes from the achievements,
with my hands I have wrought.
Time is not always for me, people are not always happy for me...
But, the day will come even if not this day.
I will stand, without the weight of the world making me want to drop to my knees.
I will be what I will be; and life will be what I want it to be. I have carved my path and on course I will stay.