They ask me why I don't write anymore
I say I don't feel it anymore
They ask what don't I feel
I said it's sadness I don't feel

They are confused now
I say it's ok now
They are confused still
I say nothing still

They say, "Write happy poems"
I think about happy poems
They say, "Cmon, try"
I think why try?

They think it's easy
I wish it was easy
They think happiness is simple
I think, "It's not that simple"