Complaining Poem by malcomess mantewu

I Close them and then Open them.
My eyes when closed see everything clearly.
When opened everything seems blurry, Everything makes no sense.
The things I see no wonder my eyes are aching.
Don't ask me what i see.
All i know is I'm having nightmares during the day.
Alone I sit with no one to talk to, and that's when most things are Revealed, Being alone doesn't mean one is lonely! One is simply Growing.
Out of hardships, life is manufacturing Brave souls! One thing is puzzling me though.
If life is not for the weakhearted does that mean I'm strong Hearted?
I used to complain a lot! Until Someone wrote and i remember reading somewhere about someone who used to complain about not having shoes until the day he met a man without Feet!
Long story cut short that's when i stopped complaining.
There Are a few lessons i have learnt in this life one of them is that it doesn't matter how much noise u make but if that noise is not really changing anything, then don't u think perhaps it's better to keep quiet?