I'm no happy go lucky I think too much. I look up stuck, searching in the constellations for answers about luck. It doesn't inspire me. Hence there is a reason for my 'meant to be', because you are no longer a dream.
When I look over my shoulder all I see is a star shining through a dark hole and hear a strange sound like wind crying out through the trees or the creaking of limbs a dark shape passing over the moon like an omen of a mad woman I once knew a ghost ship spreading her legs like a cross arms reaching out her name lost to my memory something that sounds much like my doom.
My nights consist of falling apart On a daily basis That’s according to my thesis On my own self evaluations Keep getting caught in bad situations This is an invitation To not feel okay Sometimes you just need to cry Let it all out In a form of sentences Trying to express your emotion What’s holding you down promoted To this cause I am devoted Left vulnerable and open Bleeding and broken
When someone is antagonising my joy and happiness, I do my best to remain calm and unperturbed, and refocus my mind on calmly striving to achieve my joy and happiness.