You ask-why are there no happy poems?
Well when I’m happy I’m living life, trying to enjoy the moment
Boasting my teeth and my mood on showcase.
See, then I can allow my actions to demonstrate.
Not trying to record my feelings, or discuss an issue, no
Make myself feel better, let the high tide of emotions flow.
Also, there’s this theory I’ve been too scared to test
Although I do suppose that it hasn’t worked with the rest…
If I stop to write joy down, maybe it will not come again
Because I have immortalized it on the page with a pen

And there happy will be-
Forever trapped in words, and none left for me.