I guess smiling is easy.
It's easy to move your muscles on command.
It's easy to laugh and not mean it.
It's easy to fake happiness.
Yes I can smile.
Yes I can laugh.
Yes I'm fine.
Yes I'm happy.
But why does my body ache for the longing to laugh without a care.
Why does it long to be heard,
Noticed and loved.
Why do I long for temporary relief.
Happiness launches itself in your gut.
It makes you feel great.
It helps you feel great.
And maybe you fall in love.
Maybe you find yourself.
But then it leaves harshly.
So so harshly.
Abrupt and sudden.
And you're left there.
Naked and exposed.
Confused and one small trickle away from a complete self destruct.
Happiness leaves you
With a mount full of worries that it carelessly pushed aside.
Problems that you have yet to solve.
Problems ignored and built upon due to happiness' disregard for anything else but itself.
So why is happiness seen as a solution when it's actually a disease.
YOU ARE READING
Doodles of my mind
PoetrySnippets from my life which only strangers can hear. And which I write as a stranger. Some forms of a poem that make their way from my brain onto paper or in this case the Internet.
