feelings are a mixture
of thoughts in my head
one minute i'm laughing
the next my tears are shed
but i can't put these feelings on paper
my creativity is dead

so instead of writing truths
i imagine another scene
i'm not as depressed as i write
happy i have been
but to write the facts is so hard
easy as it may seem

to write my angry thoughts
my sorrow and my pain
is so much easier than writing happy ones
i think it's such a shame
that unless happy poems have strong words
i think they are so lame

i wanted this poem to be happy
happy and joy-fed
but it never turns out quite right
coz my creativity is dead
i can tell you how im happy
but even better how i bled.
 
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