I could be a happy person
That I could find joy
In the world around me.
But I live in the reality
Of now, of the life
Happening now.
I live.
I try to ignore the monster
That lives inside.
I try to pretend
That everything will be ok.
The things I write
Aren't always happy,
But then isn't that
Why I write?
I wish for a lot of things
Some more easily
Granted than others
But that again is life.
You will always have my heart.
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