Gewoon een gedicht....

I'm happy,
Not feeling fine,
I cant lose it,
I dont want to have it,
I hate it!

It makes me different,
Sometimes it comes up,
Stays for a few days,
End then leaves again.

It doesn't give me the time,
The time to except that,
I have to live with it.

It will les till my mind,
Leaves my body,
Then I won't feel the pain,
That's a dream.

When will the dream come treu?
No one knows.

Will I make it to that day?
That's my question.

Can you answer it?