Micky's Poems

The Happiness Shell

They all whispered false things
But they were popular,
So they were deemed truths
And I took the brunt of it.

I was sentenced to change
From logic to emotion.
"Stop thinking," they said
And I made myself listen.

For years I crafted a disguise,
One that would please the masses,
And it infected me,
Making me forget myself.

Then I resented my past self.
Truly one of the worse decisions.
So I stayed emotional
While the bug kept eating my insides.

One day in one depressive episode,
I saw myself fading away
But the reflection was busy pondering
About what mirrors were made out of.

While I grew envious of logic,
Emotion was helpful too
But then I realized that
Logic was behind it all;

How to control emotions,
How to act a certain way,
How to gain a tougher shell,
And I was relieved

But many years had passed
And many have accepted my emotions,
And if my true self was to come about
Then I would start at square one.

Logic loves to know they're right
And will "rightfully" crush people to do so.
Emotion will just hold their breath
Just to let the other person win.

While logic is an isolationist,
Emotion will die without another person