My Lasting Minutes

Can you tell me when happiness will be found?
My spirit is in despair, spinning round and round

Others see me as a coward, weak and meek,
But inside burns a passion, strong and unique

Words escape me, lost in a repetitive loop,
No longer knowing what to say, how to regroup

How can I prove myself, stand tall and proud,
Should I dance, drink or write poetry, scream out loud?

It seems like the world is against me,
But happiness will come, when the rooster crows on the church tower, just wait and see.