People see me as a bright person
Well, sometimes they see that side
Others they see and hear depression
Because from them I don't need to hide
I only can create artificial happiness
My life is like a kind of kids' fruity cereal
It's exciting but can contain dullness
Even though my life can be surreal
My happiness is dull and quite bland
It's basic and can not be made naturally
I need help from a kind and gentle hand
To drag me out of this darkened valley
It has been a while since It has been true
Where my happiness came naturally to me
I thought it would flourish as it grew and grew
But then it found it's enemy and set itself free