Happiness, what is it?
Is it the soothing roar of a thunderstorm?
The soft kiss of spring rain?
The warmth of a fire on a cold winter day?
Yes, all of these and many more
But this confuses me though
Can my happiness is wrong?
Because people seem to think that their opinions are absolute and everyone who is smart agrees
For many, thunderstorms are too loud and violent
Rain is too harsh and cold
The cold bites and the fire burns
It's okay if you don't like what I like
But if you say I am wrong
I contradict thee
Because I propose this: that my individuality exists
I love science, poetry and art
Even if you don’t agree with me you can’t say I am not smart
I am not afraid of my nonconformity and uniqueness anymore
I am not afraid to admit that I love the smell of coffee
Even though it makes my sister gag
I like my syrup cold, even though rumor has it, that it is supposed to be better warm
It reminds of sunny Saturday mornings with at Grandma’s house
Where we ate pancakes that have been freshly born
I wish to hear the history of the world
But Lord knows that many people find it useless
When I’m feeling bad, the best medicine is long hugs from the ones I hold dear
I love to play the star spangled banner
It it so patrotic
And when people rise to salute the flag
My heart fills with joy and cheer
I think life without happiness is my worst fear, whatever it may be
There are so many wonderful things
Now I know I don't have to justify it for anyone, you see
This is because to myself I am King