She is the being with no affiliations,
Too afraid to grow fond.
Thrice betrayed, she's done away with the process of forming a bond.
Her life is a series of altercations,
Particularly with ones she loves.
She heaves and cries and worries till,
She turns into a recluse still.
She dosen't know if is wrong or right,
For the way she'd speak and be,
But is it wrong for one to want Someone who loves me for me.

These people, they come into my life,
And so begins the chronic strife.
They claim to know me all too well,
Till reality is a mere ebb and swell.
They say they can read me like a book,
But they never take a closer look.
My joyless heart they never saw,
They never soothed my angry flaw.
To keep away in vain I tried,
They gave me words and I complied,
And once their emotional need was sated,
They ran away and never waited.
How does that make me feel about me?
Taken for granted will I always be ?

Those who see me are not those that I want to see,
Those who don't see me are the ones that I want to see,
See for who we are and who we would be,
Such a strange conundrum life puts before me.

Happiness is to work,
To leave all your worries behind.
Happiness is not to tarry,
But hurry towards the climb.
Happiness is being busy,
To rid ourselves of emotional stress.
Happiness is completion,
And not waiting for life's next test.
Happiness is being scripturient,
A word lesser known.
Happiness is sanity in insanity,
Of being workful and forlorn.

Tears within, smiles without,
Time, a collection of the sorrow bout.
Lonely love, collective hate,
Quest for acceptance at a gruelling rate.
Misplaced affections, new-found flaws,
Conformity to absurd social laws.
Life will leave you alert and blind,
It will make you weep and blow your mind,
Because things that you will often find,
are better than those you left behind.

I don't smile because I have bad teeth, people think I'm sad.
I'm not a sad person, what's sad is that I don't have a reason to smile.
I am not a gregarious person because I feel vulnerable that way, people think that I lack a sense of humour.
I can make certain people laugh, what's humerus is that the rest don't get that I am the joke.
I don't laugh because it is a weird sound, people think I'm serious.
I can be jovial, what's serious is that nothing is really that funny.
I usually keep to myself, because I'm scared to approach people, people think I'm scary.
I can warm up to a person after a while, what's scary is their judgement......

Happiness is reflecting sun beams through crystals,
Or watching rain through the skylight,
It's like the back stage of the theatre,
Or pop corn in a movie,
It's like coffee in the morning,
Or chocolate cake at anytime of the day ,
It's like silence in summer,
Its a song on a particularly tough night ,
Happiness is the lullaby my mother sang to me,
It is the waves tickling my feet at the beach,
It is a long walk on a starry night,
Happiness is a bear hug,
Happiness is the knowingness when tears come ...... That they will go away .