Happiness here is bought.
Living here I’ve never thought.
Closed town is where I rest.
Limitations at its finest.
My room as my companion.
Boredom I always mention.
Once I told myself,
“How can I live here by myself?”
My gadgets are complete,
But why do I end up with this defeat?
Defeated of the contest,
Where the prize is my happiness.
Temporary happiness it is.
Which never gave me peace.
I have contentment at my back,
But it is the freedom that I lack.
This poem was written/submitted by Charrise Antoinete Claire Silva.