I'm no Poet

I Want To Be Happy

I want to be happy
I want to feel as good as everyone thinks I feel
But my mind melts any mention of relief from this distressed brain

I want to trust people
I want to know my secrets are stowed away in safety, never to see the light of day
But peculiar people have pounded that possibility out

I want to feel free
I want to communicate confidence to a crowd
But I will forever fret and fear failure from life

I want to sing
I want to live in my performance
But I know, there will always be a brighter star on my stage

I want to dance
I want to waft my body while winding wondrous tales
But my feet can only force so much fantasy

I want to be a better friend
I want to be the rock, strong and supportive
But, especially now, I find myself the one too weak to stand

I want to eat
I want to sit and enjoy more then miniscule morsels of meals
But my brain banns anything other than bland blends of food

I want to be a better poet
I want to amaze audiences with my alliteration and rattling rhythm
But, lets be honest, this poem kind of sucks

I want to be happy
I want people to picture me as a panicle of positivity
But, that's not who I am, not right now

** I can't actually tell if this is poetry or not... but whatever it is, it's not that good, but hey, this is my 'poetry story'**