"Are you happy?" 
This question plagued my thoughts for hours, days, weeks.
I never knew what the right answer was
Anytime I asked,
All I got were confused looks
Why would the ever indifferent girl care about happiness?
Why would she care at all?
I realized as time passed that no one knew a true happiness infinitely till they met their creator and their end
We know moments, memories, and thoughts 
We are just humans
Trying to be better than other humans
There is no true happiness
Because we couldn't begin to fathom it
In it's most genuine form
Happiness is a farce
We just seek it till we can't any longer
Then we disappear with the tide and the stars
This poem is about: 
Our world


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