"Happiness"
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A very sad poem I wrote, despite the name given.
"Happiness"
Happiness is the silence in the lunchroom It's the tears they all cried Happiness is the note at her side It's the fears that were confirmed that night Happiness is the tear stains in her eyes. Happiness is the conversations in class It's the jealousy she held Happiness is the pressure she felt It's crying in his arms with her tears welled Happiness is telling him "everything's fine." Happiness is the gun in his hand It's her wrists slashed to the bone Happiness is permanently going home It's wanting to be alone Happiness is the rope coiled around her neck tight. Our views of happiness are distorted they are all conceited Our ways of coping are defeated only by the words, we are mistreated Our views are altogether frightening. Happiness can often be faked It's told in the similes of others around me Happiness used to be seen in me Until I found a way to feel, to be Happiness can be told by the bottle left dry. Happiness is hating yourself It's rather variable, I assure you Happiness can be anything you choose It can never be one thing true Happiness can also mean hating life. |
Submitted on 2014-04-18 10:57:10 Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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I do not want to get entagled in the mood I just want to see thumbs up lovely rhyme scheme this is a great piece| | Posted on 2014-04-24 00:00:00 | by pensaint | [ Reply to This ] | happiness, like anything, can be distorted. | this piece makes me sad because it takes me a while, as the reader, to realise that this is a reconstruction of happiness or better yet a deconstruction. everyones experience of any emotion is relative. i could say im sad and you could say youre sad and we'd be experiencing our sadness in completely different ways on completely different levels. im saddened to hear that you think all these things are happiness. sometimes we label things that arent. i cannot see any way that lying about being happy is the same as being happy. believe me i understand all about pretending to be happy for the sake of others but i knew the whole time i was putting on this front that there was nothing happy about me. i hope and pray this is not your personal experience of happiness. and yet if it is i promise you things will get better (though theres no timeline or guarantee on when) | Posted on 2014-04-20 00:00:00 | by allapo1ogies | [ Reply to This ] | |
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