Life

Joy

When you think of joy it is a warm red and yellow feeling in your belly, the smell of cinnamon on a fall day or watermelon by the pool. But joy is an overrated piece of shit. Joy gets your hopes up about every little thing and just when you finally climb the barrier it vanishes leaving you empty and alone. Joy is the main cause of pain in my life, along with trust and doubt. I could build my life using the words I have pitted against my self. Excuses I have given people who broke my joy. She got busy, he didn't mean to lead me on, it was my fault this happened.  If joy was a person it would be the 9th grade bitch who betrayed me. Her skinny body and long brown hair whipping my in the face with every insult and every lie she told. The joy, my best friend of 8 years foiled again by that son of a bitch life. Resulting in my resignation from socialism and eating my lunch in the bathroom for the next year. Joy was the eleventh grade, when I thought I finally found a friend, who didn't show at our coffee date, made up an excuses and came with a guy. Joy is the reason life is so hard to live. Because joy gives you hope, and hope is trust.