Happiness such a puzzling complex!!!
Some say its in hard work,
Others say its in drugs
People put on each other labels ….
If I fell like I am floating
If my heart is pounding fast
And my body is warm
I feel like a billow
I go to school
I pay my rent
My room is clean
My life makes sense
Why do people keep saying
I am a junky?
What does that even mean
If I am happy within myself
Why does everybody else care to change me?
People are selfish selfish indeed
Trying to still my happiness from me
Telling me words I don’t wont to hear
I don’t wont to hear today neither tomorrow
I just want to be happy
I will make whatever it takes