Today i'm happy
or at least not angry
at least not sad, depressed, anxious or feeling moody
but something still bothers me
some questions still linger in my heart
as absurd as it may sound
do I really want to be happy?
do I really want to laugh?
do I really want to give the world
another chance to make make me feel bad?
do I really want to show weakness?
do I really want to wear that smile?
or do I want to keep my guard up so noone has the opportunity to throw me back down
I want to be happy
and I guess occasionaly I am
but its like a day of happiness amounts to a week of fear
a week of disappointment
a week of anger and depression
I would love to stay happy
but I know better thant to dream and wait for the appearance of such a fairytale
i'd rather stay upset,
cautious and aware it is my strongest defense
That way I wouldn't be hoping and expecting better to come from bad
Only to be slapped back into the cold, wicked, truth
REALITY.
_xan_
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the power in me
Poetrythis is officially one of my first poems on this platform im kind of new here so im sorry if this sucks feel free to comment tho tanx :)