There are moments I can't help but smile
Or laugh at something meaningless.
But in all honestly, I hate that feeling
Of lightweight glee
Smiling for no reason
Laughing at something that has no long-term worth.
I hate it.
But I cherish it.
I want it to last.
I clutch onto it hopelessly.
Desperately.
Clinging to it like burrs on a wolf's pelt.
But at the same time
I'm terrified of being happy
Because I know each moment of joy is temporary.
Nothing but a single second compared to the internal storm
That never goes away.
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PoetryJust a few poems I put together throughout quarantine because I had nothing better to do with my life. Quick warning, some of these deal with dark themes and mental illnesses, such as suicide and self-harm. If you are sensitive to these sorts of top...
