I tried to write a happy poem I really did.
Why must I write a happy poem, the world is not a happy place and to write a happy poem would be a lie for me? I believe that happy poetry is a waste of time, why must you censor the truth?
With all the misery and grief I just can’t manage to do it. I starred at my laptop but my page was blank, and it will stay blank forever because I cannot write a happy poem.
