Happy | Avery Dynes | Print Friendly

Smile, smile
Weather it's real or fake,
it always looks the same
And means more than itself upsidown

It represents to much more
It's either desired, or dreaded
So little of it can mean everything
Too much of it can take up a lot of space

Too much of anything can take up a lot of space
The space in your heart, and mind
Time doesn't heal
Just changes who takes what

Someone said one thing was right
and one was wrong
So pretending to have that thing makes you fit in
but having too much of it...

I am not too sad...I am too happy...

Poet's note: Being happy is desired by anyone who feels anything else. But coming from someone who feels nothing but happiness, and has experienced only sadness, it shows what else go on in the mind besides the one thing everyone says is bad. Perhaps what everyone says is good could be just as bad as what is supposed to be bad. This is my first poem, I'm going to get better.