Being Happy

I sometimes feel that I don't feel. 
Quite an irony, isn't it?
But it is not.
I do feel things.
I do feel cared when someone cares for me.
I do feel when someone is being friendly with me.
I do feel that I have got feelings for her.
I do feel happy when I make my parents proud and happy.
I do feel loved when my younger brother calls me "Bhaiya".
I do feel responsible when my lovely sister puts her head on my
shoulder.
I do feel bad when my parents scold me.
I do get hurt when she ill-treats me.
I do feel ignored when she dodges my call.
I do feel irresponsible when my assignments aren't complete on time.
I do feel wasted when I don't get good grades.
I do get panicked when my examinations are close.
I do feel ecstatic when someone wishes me.
I do get bored with "stupid talks".
I do feel ambitious when some opportunities come across.
I do feel good when I see some "beautiful" girls.
I do feel happy when I see kids playing.
Yeah, I feel things.
But I'm scared
I'm scared that if I let myself be happy for one minute, then 

my world is going to come crashing down.
That's why I keep a distance from "being happy".

Reviews

[maria ( rose)]

Seeing each choice as a kind of energy can empower us. I say ,take one day at a time & just breathe. Do more of which makes you happy and less worrying on what doesn't.
Worrying only saps the joy out of today...

''Keep that sunlight IN"

all the best my friend .
very interesting poem indeed..