The Poetry Book

What Is Happiness?

The boy looks at himself in disappointment not liking what he saw

He would change if he could, he wouldn't want anything more

He had envy towards the world

Why can't I be like them?

Life so easy, everything was the palm of their hands

While all he had were scars on his wrists

They had eyes filled with people they loved

While he had the tears of the ones he lost

He could never be like them, as hard as he tried

Pretending he was one of them, he seeked out their happiness

But all he found was emptiness

I don't understand, where is my happiness?

They made it look so easy, why wasn't it for him?

They lacked something, something that made the boy feel complete

Friends

He then realized what his happiness was

It was conversations with his friends and family

The nonsense they talked about together

It was the girl who stood by him every step of the way

It was the people who supported him in everything he did

Friends were his happiness, and they always would be

They picked him up and told him he was great, made him feel whole

He began to look in the mirror with approval, not disappointment

And as the disappointment faded, so did the scars

He was no longer broken, his friends had filled the holes

And he would do the same for them