Happy Me

When I made this poem I was thinking about my life so much to the point where I felt lost, but when I finished it I felt better because I had truly written from the heart.

What happened to this beginning? Why isn’t it ending?

Everyone wants to live a long life, but why can’t it go by quicker?

This is eating me in and out, but unfortunately there’s no mending.

Happy Me needs no introduction. Happy Me has no problems that are getting thicker.

 

The happiest of us all is a lie, until one is given a chance to fix.

Need I say the world is a Happy Me that’s full of love?

The joy and wonder are great, until the boot kicks.

Although Happy Me is the very truth of our world, there’s no reason to die to go up above.

 

When an angel dies, what do they become?

When you get curious, you get the answer you didn’t want.

The angel turns to the wrong and withers which worries only some.

When only those you know are helping, you feel like the rest of the world is trying to taunt.

 

Happy Me, more like silly me, for thinking I’m fine.

When you lose sight of your goals, you forget what you’ve done.

I look around myself and find the happy lives aren’t mine.

No life is yours, that’s why you don’t waste it, because it’s a gift that’s not gone.

 

Just take a minute to think and breathe, then it will become clear.

It’s going to carry on. Be sad because it’s your fault; get out before it’s too late.

Don’t go too far into a thought, it won’t end well for the Happy Me who is corrupted by fear.

Take advice, it will help. Be open, and in no time you’ll feel great.

 

This is happening because of a long, complex story of mistakes.

Why focus on that story when you can make your own, don’t you see?

When you have help and don’t focus on the bad, you won’t think your life needs more takes.

That is the reason I needed to write this poem, to truly find my Happy Me.