I have made a job for myself
Which is to make everyone else happy.
That's how everyone knows me.
The happy, optimistic girl who will fill your head with happy thoughts.
It is a role that is easy to fit into and that I am capable of doing.
But as I try to make more people happy, I get more and more sad.
More and more
tired.
I am running out of happiness for everyone, and I am fearful of what
will happen
When the girl who was always happy
Doesn't have enough happiness
To hide that she is sad.