Poems, or Whatever You Want to Call Them.

Make Up Your Mind

Life or Death?

So happy he is, enjoying the moments,
Why can't he be this way his whole life?
So sad he is, reminiscing his past,
That of he can't change and well he knows it didn't last.

So happy he is, planning ahead,
Why can't he put his plans to action?
So sad he is, that he may not live,
A fact he admits, but also reminisces.

So happy he is, with his friends,
Why doesn't he stay this way?
So sad he is, knowing they won't understand,
A curse that's been with him, unnoticed like a single grain of sand.

So happy he is, no one needs to see what he actually does,
Why doesn't he just relax?
So sad he is, he silently screams,
He wishes his thoughts upon no one,
Making him seem undisturbed, at the mind: clean.

Happiness or Sadness?
He gets to decide, although he doesn't see it,
He only makes it harder
for himself,
Trying to live the past
He's signed up, all must abide, right on that list,
Why does he bother
stressing out
Lying about what'll pass?