i climb my way up
to the peak of happy.
but you tell me i'm only dreaming
because little girls can't stand-up
on their own.
you push me down
with a face full of dissatisfaction.
as if my need to be happy
is selfish
or evil.
on the days that i can't get out of bed
you're disappointed.
you tell me to be happy
but that's not really what you want.
you want me to shred off everything;
until i service your mood.
so as i climb the mountain,
blood draining from my hands and feet.
i realize that on my climb
i can't make you happy too.
because you throw axes
on the ropes that hold up my life
and i continue to fall down.
i have to send you home
so that i can climb up the mountain
and find the purest treasure of all,
happiness.
YOU ARE READING
in a field of wildflowers
Puisiin a field of wildflowers i choose to stand tall. even when i wilt i will regain strength. ----------- this collection contains poems from the mind of a teenager who has spent years writing poems about pain and is ready to write poems about joy. ...
