I sit
on the roof that is right outside my window
and
I think,
am I happy?
I don't know the answer.
Does anyone?
Am I just different?
Do we define happiness
for ourselves?
I don't know.
Yet,
I still let the thought plague my mind,
every day,
and
every night.
The thought is always there,
in my mind,
constantly asking me,
Am I different?
Do I know what happiness is?
But then,
you come along
and
all of a sudden,
I know what happiness is.
Happiness, is you.
YOU ARE READING
Monophobia
PuisiAll alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot. - Dr. Seuss {all credit for cover goes to @TanithloWrites}
