More Than Just a Glance

I'm not happy.

It's that simple,

or so it seems.

I keep my eyes open wide,

hoping to catch a sight

of what happiness may be,

if in this labyrinth of mind

I could figure out what ends meet.

Here, in this playing field,

connections break and reignite

in odd patterns and complex wiring.

I am ill, though I don't show it.

I am all that my past created,

struggling to recreate myself

outside of the mold.

I'm more than unhappy.

Author's Note

10.15.2017

Reviews

[Just Kim]

I really enjoyed your second stanza, this is really good and so well written.

[KCthelastboyscout]

Sounds as if you're struggling to reconnect with happiness. You're not alone.it's a crowded room.descriptively well written