I try to make one happy,
But that never happens,
They always end up sad,
Depressing,
No matter how much warmth,
How much joy,
There will always be a minor chord,
Placed into the tune,
Every line,
Is gloomy,
Never once being joyful,
Always ending up sad,
In the end,
There is nothing to do,
Nothing can be done,
It’s just that,
All of my poems end up,
Being sad,
Not happy,
Miserable,
Not cheerful,
This is,
Most likely,
One of those poems,
