Today I happy,
And not very sappy.
Everyone one was nice,
I didn't think twice.
Even thou the pain was their,
I didn't care.
All my friends made me smile,
I wanted to run a mile.
I listened to happy tunes,
Instead of creepy tunes.
I skipped instead of walked,
And didn't have an bad thought.
After school I played,
Until the day was dead.
Then I went home,
And wrote a poem.
I may have been dark but I didn't care.
Then someone said its sounded bad.
So that made me mad!
So I posted it online,
And everyone thought it was fine.
Then at school they thought I was suicidel.
And wondered why I wrote it so dark.
Maybe I like dark things,
Maybe I think they have a ring.
Now they want me to say what they mean,
And make me want to scream!
I like that stuff and write about the news,
And they just gave me the blues.
I like what I write an I write what I want,
And no one ever will taunt.
So if a poem you think is feelings,
Think twice before coming up with a reason!!!!!!
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Happy Times
PoetryI wrote this so people will know why some of my poems are dark!!! I like dark things, even if there isn't a story behind the poem.. So stop thinking I have a problem when I don't