Happy is a funny word.
One that can make you smile.
Express your feelings,
Or hide them for awhile.
Who knew a smile could hide so much?
Who knew all the words,
Meanings could change.
A smile fades to sadness,
A word becomes a lie.
And at night when you're sleeping,
I'm most likely crying.
Crying about the little things.
Crying about them all.
Crying about my sister,
Who finally got her wings.
Crying about my brother,
Who at night usually sings.
Which now turned into silence,
And makes me cry harder.
Crying doesn't help me,
No it does not.
And makes room for the happiness,
Room for the things that make me smile.
Room for the things,
I'll soon learn to hate.
So what is the point,
of letting out my feelings?
Maybe I should keep them bundled,
Bundled all inside.
And thinking about this,
Makes me want to cry.
YOU ARE READING
A Handful Of Darkness
PoetryDreams turn to nightmares, Nightmares turn to dreams. Wishes turn to fears, Or maybe that's what we believe. Tears turn to smiles, And the pain goes away. Maybe one day, You'll be okay.
