Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 7
I try and paint a picture of what happiness looks like to me,
but for some reason it always comes out blank.
I try and use my poetry to describe the feeling of what I want my happiness to be,
and I become confused and the words jumble into nothingness.
I sometimes see this as a sign that I was never meant to be happy.
That my happiness is subjected to become something I could never understand or apprehend.
I grew up thinking happiness was for everyone.
I later learned about depression and found that everything was a lie.
My friends ask me what makes me happy,
and the only thing that comes up is the idea and concepts of what happiness is,
but I never can say what my happiness is.
I know I want Love,
~ Gabriel G
UA Slam
Written by
UA Slam
       Alexa Pishtey, Imran Islam, Mia J, Shrika, Diya and 3 others
Please log in to view and add comments on poems