Poems,a Collection

Happy kid

Of course, nothing matters to me. Cause I'm the Happy kid.

In the Happy kid who cries themselves to sleep. The nights they can sleep.

I'm the Happy kid who feels nausea every time somebody looks their way.

I'm the Happy kid who shakes from anxiety.

I'm the Happy kid that knows, a smile can hide everything.

I'm the Happy kid the realized too late that friends aren't worth it.

I'm the Happy kid who laughs and cracks jokes but those aren't tears of joy.

I'm the Happy kid who writes depressing poems hoping someone won't think them as fiction.

I'm the Happy kid who always thinks about cutting, but never commits.

I'm the Happy kid who can't commit.

I'm the Happy kid who can't do anything.

Because I'm the Happy kid that nothing bothers.

Not the whispers.
Not the wads of paper.
Not the names.
Not the friends.
Not the smiles.
Not anything.

I'm the Happy kid who needs help.