Please don’t tell me to write happy poems
These are my poems
Same as these are my feelings
How could I be able to write happiness?
When I’m not happy inside
When I’m truly torn apart, basically in two
No, scratch that
I’m in pieces
Shattered like a broken plate
Like a child who doesn’t feel happy
Even in their home
One that is more terrified
Of hurt
And pain
More than any adult
That is now an adolescence
But still has the same feeling
So tell me
How do I write happy
When I’m not happy myself
When my core memories are sadness
Filled with fear
No hope
