I feel like a cup.
A cup that is always full,
But is always leaking.
Pouring the happiness in,
Only to see it slowly make its way back out.
Temporary fulfillment.
Plastic smiles.
Everyone claims it will get better in a while.
But no one knows for sure.
It is like drowning in the ocean,
But everyone believes you will wash up on shore.
They believe happiness is always in sight.
So if you believe it, I believe it, right?