Happiness

Everyone speaks of their happiness

Yet why doesn't their words fill me with the same glee

I feel like an outcast, like a poor homeless man begging for money, 

yet I am pleading for happiness, the only thing that will stop my pillow from soaking.

 I stand looking in the mirror and all I see is terror, 

my own reflection scares me as I stare into my iris, 

a whirlpool of darkness forever dragging me down. 

The devil shrieks of laughter as if his goal is complete; 

to peel of layer by layer of my joy. 

Forever will my smile be crafted in my dreams, 

dreams I wish were reality. 

They say to make your dreams a reality, 

yet society also praises those who follows their rules, 

yet rejects those who think differently.

 

Everyone tells me to find one positive source on life. 

Im sorry but when I stare into your eyes,

 I question are you truly happy? 

Is anyone ever truly happy? 

This life, my life, 

is grey and only follows time. 

I have once obtained that gleaming gift, 

yet it slipped before I even knew it was gone

 and never once did it come back.