The Trees Talk

+ happiness, you bitter old friend +

I used to be happy,
you know.
I get that it was oh so long ago,
but I can still taste the remnants of genuine smiles.
I can still see the yellow that prevails on the outskirts of my vision,
I could just reach out and touch it I swear.
Oh, but the bitter taste of frowns sit on my tongue like happiness use to.
The yellow may be on the outskirts,
but the blue is on the inside.
While I can say I can remember it,
I cannot feel it like I used to.
Maybe it's a part of becoming older,
you know the sadness seeps into you like a plague that is incurable.
I am just a teenager, but I already taste this bitter pill.
But, those days where I can taste happiness, those days where I swear it is there, keeps me going.
Those days make the bad days not seem as bad, but when I'm in the bad days, it's awful.
It's a never ending cycle of good and bad,
there is no equal sign in this math equation.
There is only X and Y with a plus sign.