I want to be happy too.
I see people smiling all around.
It makes me feel envious and jealous.
I want to be happy too.
Why can't I even though I have everything that I need?
I feel so empty.
I want to shout so loud like an empty can.
I want to cry out loud like no one else is listening.
I want to tell everyone how sad I am but I don't want them to know.
I want to be happy too.
I am afraid others might see the loneliness inside me.
I try to conceal it but sadness grows even more.
It's turning to sorrow and I am lamenting even more.
I keep on wanting more.
More of this, more of that.
I am becoming greedy but I don't have any.
I have nothing to be happy about.
I have nothing to be happy about.
Sadness is growing even more, bigger than I expected.
I thought I was good at concealing it.
But I was wrong and ended up crying anyway
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It's Not About Us (But What If It's About Us)
PoetryHe / She simply doesn't like us. Period. Sometimes it's hard to get that. That the idea is too foreign. We keep on asking and telling ourselves, "Why not? I am a limited edition, he / she will not find anyone like me." There is a bunch of reasons th...
