The happiest people really are the saddest
The most helpful usually are in the direst need
But we don't want to cause a ruckus
So rather than against the current we flow with it
Whether the flow makes us sad, anxious, or depressed - we go with it
Because that's what happy people do
We don't dare make life more difficult for others when we're drowning in sorrow
Or make an effort to dim a light when were afraid of the dark ourselves
‘You’re always so happy’ - I hear it constantly
But if they really took the time to look – they'd see a mask plastered on for 18 hours of the day
(I only sleep for six)
No wonder I’ve always been afraid of clowns.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC
The happiest people really are the saddest
The most helpful usually are in the direst need
But we don't want to cause a ruckus
So rather than against the current we flow with it
Whether the flow makes us sad, anxious, or depressed - we go with it
Because that's what happy people do
We don't dare make life more difficult for others when we're drowning in sorrow
Or make an effort to dim a light when were afraid of the dark ourselves
‘You’re always so happy’ - I hear it constantly
But if they really took the time to look – they'd see a mask plastered on for 18 hours of the day
(I only sleep for six)
No wonder I’ve always been afraid of clowns.
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