happy poetry
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They don't really know who I am,
They only see what I choose to show them,
You guys don't know I'm secretly a fem,
I do the dirty for that green,
But men are just so mean,
I am now a lesbian.
It creeps in, sometimes unseen,
Unseen till late.
During a blink, life goes dark,
The sun is as bright as an oncoming headlight from a slow approaching car at the peak of darkness
Wrapped in mother's arms; Young, grumpy, and hungry
Heavy hearted and sweaty, she feels love instead of pain now
I'm asked 'waht uplifts you?'
but I don't even know.
What brings you joy?
I usually just shrug,
unsure of how to answer.
But maybe there's a lot
more than I'm letting on.
I begin to feel giddy
What is happiness?
It is the feeling you get when waking up on Christmas morning,
It is the sound of laughter while being surrounded by your closest friends,
What is happiness?
It is the feeling you get when waking up on Christmas morning,
It is the sound of laughter while being surrounded by your closest friends,
I am climbing this tower.
Take a moment, to see this as an obstacle.
My obstacle is getting to the goals in my life.
I am climbing this tower, through every wall that stands infront of me.
Small acts of kindness, compliments, and fun times are what I enjoy. I fall, break a leg. Now, I am in a brace. I still walk to class in the hope of throwing my crutches down the stairs, I flowing as smooth as shower curtains.
