happy poems
are hard to write
can't find the words
and the feelings not right.
but happy is good
I guess you could say
but it's hard for me
to express it this way.
mostly I write
of anger and pain
of the retched sunlight
and beautiful rain.
but I have to be happy
as often I'm told
my anger is horrid
and makes my mind mold.
so happy I am
or so it would seem
but behind this old mask
I just want to scream.
how happy you are
with a smile upon your face
as if your mind is floating
in nothing but blank space.
 
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