being happy

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I am me and no one can control me Not my parents nor my friends I am me and I decide to be who I wanna be All I want to be is being free
Being an adolescent is a roaring, ever-changing ocean and the new experiences are brave, plummeting waves. However at times, I feel as little as a sail boat- being drowned by an avalanche of furious waves.
Her voice is ear pinching, Her movements are bold, Her statements are out of the ordinary. She walks up to you with excitement, Screaming in your ear.   Your instinct is to walk away,
Smiling People ask why People aks how  But here, in my own words is how  I  smile Sunshine after a stormy day The smell of grass once the sun comes to play
Warm feelings Memories of smiles And outrageous laughter With silly wiles And for some A happily ever after Drowning in ecstasy Waves of joy  Washing over me Crushing me in bliss
It comes out of nowhere Bright smiles Teasing grins Fond pats on the head Muttered words And it rings out Sweet and gaily Bells on the wind Jokes prance around Eyes lit up
We're happy, oh so happyEven when we shouldn't beBut we make the work although, you said you hate me.. Yeah, we fightLike we can't get it rightAnd yet you still say that our future's bright
You’ve all taught me that it’s perfectly acceptable To not be okay. You tell me that  I can wear my pain on my skin  And I can fear all sorts of things, And you’ll accept me anyways.  
When summer came, I wasn't sure if it would be, once again, the same. Shy, quiet, watching you all have fun; But that was okay, that's how it was done. I came to realize, that if I stood back yet again,
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