I can never write poetry when I'm happy what does that say about my personality? why do words evade me when I long to share my feelings of positivity? I don't want to only be known for my works on tragedy I am not always sad and lonely I smile and laugh and enjoy what life gives me and yet I can never convert that joy into poetry here I am, destined it seems, to always be a tragedy
tragically, this is also another poem about unhappiness