Poetry because why not? ~part 1~

i'm happy

sometimes I don't believe anyone sees

behind this picture perfect representation of me

sometimes I write about myself based off movies

because that life seems so much simpler than mine will ever be

sometimes I talk to myself, to soothe all the tension around me but never when I'm in the street

but in a way, both my fiction and reality meet

i talk a lot, hoping people will listen

but in reality I know my story never interested you, I mean that was part of your mission

I do everything I possibly can

but when it comes to me, your love is not as strong, like the government lay a ban

sometimes I let fear consume me

lets be honest, you would probably ignore me rather then help me find some glee

let's be honest with the world because you always give me a hard time for my decisions

but in reality, why dont you tell everyone the place you tore out for demolition

through thick and thin, you'd choose anyone else

you act like I'm okay but you know that you want a complex

of someone perfect

but I guess you were hoping for an effect

Let's be honest with all of the world, cause the reason I wrote was because I was happy

but I am still sitting in that dark valley

where you expect me to me like everyone else

so I'm forced to never be myself

don't you try to act like your the best these days

I mean you rather be away

yea I'm happy

but only for today

cause on the other days, my head fills with thoughts

of what's perfect and what's not.

I'm happy

but you'll ruin it at all costs.