"conccept" poems
I can't think of any happy thought
My world is black and white
Oh, I'm color blind
I don't recognize the hue of my emotions
I think I'm depressed
Distant images, faded, memories
of me smiling, laughing...
we're they real? I feel not
For I knew I had been feigning all along
Now I don't know what real happiness is
It sounds to me like a made-up conccept
How do you know you are truly happy?
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC