Shitty teenage poems filled with angst

Happy

The smell of Lavender and lemongrass fill
up my senses as I dance around under the
yellow hue of fairy lights.

I watch all the clutter on my walls
spin around as I dance in circles just
like the record spinning on the record player.

I fall down on the paint stained carpet scraping
my knees, tears fill my eyes and a fuzzy feeling
arises.

I sit and stare at the ceiling with tears running
down my cheeks, because I finally realized
what it feels like to be happy.

This is the euphoria I have always craved.