It's a Poem

I'm sad again, I want to cry
I can't be happy, though I try
But the tears I want to free
seemed lost in my eyes.

I looked around me
what can really
make me happy?

I saw a pen and started to write
with feelings I can't tell
the words appeared
and I read them.

They touched me
and made me happy
an unexplanable hapiness
not even I can tell.

I wrote a poem
and I was happy
its the words and the rhyme
that can really make me well.