I'm alive,
with new books
and many songs I love.
I have a cell phone,
and a roof over my head.
I have warm house,
and I have a bed.
I have a computer,
and a small tablet.
I have good grades,
and teachers who care about me.
I should be happy,
but I hate being happy.
Happiness only makes me worse
after I see all the negativity
within this frail world.
Happiness makes me feel cruel,
like I shouldn't have it.
Happiness makes me feel greedy,
when others can't have it at all.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
I'm alive,
with new books
and many songs I love.
I have a cell phone,
and a roof over my head.
I have warm house,
and I have a bed.
I have a computer,
and a small tablet.
I have good grades,
and teachers who care about me.
I should be happy,
but I hate being happy.
Happiness only makes me worse
after I see all the negativity
within this frail world.
Happiness makes me feel cruel,
like I shouldn't have it.
Happiness makes me feel greedy,
when others can't have it at all.
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