Happy Poem by Grace Van Eerd

Happy
By: Grace Van Eerd

It feels like we live in a world..
surrounded by people who don't know what to do..
They quit before they try..
They scream instead of cry,
They're walking and breathing but they're far from alive.
We're all like this.
We don't realize it really, but everyday theres something that knocks us down.
And we don't feel it, cause we're supposed to be happy.
but why should we be happy if theres people all around us who aren't?
We're supposed to be strong now because we've been sad before..
show good influence to the weak..
Well damn I must be doing something wrong because i'm still not happy.
I'm still weak, when I used to be sad..
Why am I still sad? Why do I still hurt all the time?
Every day its like someone purposely tries to make me cry.
It's not like I want attention, that's not the case.
I don't care about growing up or going further, it's no longer a race.
It's not a choice to be depressed,
it's like addiction because we can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness..
hell yes thats what it is, blame me, blame them, blame yourself, it's not you.
Its the demon inside of us telling us it doesn't get better. You won't be happy..
You can't be happy.
We're just barely awake..
barely alive..
cause theres nothing left to take.
theres so much crying in a night..
tears could fill the ocean
an ocean out of sight.
Cause we lie to the beautiful people who ask but don't care..
Which is why we come off as happy..
cause we have stories we don't tell.
Even if they knew,
theres nothing they can do.
Were standing up tall, upright, smile smeared across our face, but we fell.
Into the abyss of what we call home.
That place where its okay to be yourself..
that place where you and your best friend are hugging, crying, rocking back and forth,
in a room full of demons telling us to mourn.

The next day we seem happy..
Fresh start.
cause thats what were supposed to be..
but how can we be happy when theres people all around us who aren't?