Treasure Island

LoKis White

(Kingston 12, Jamaica)

MISERY LOVES COMPANY


My little brother told me I need to be HAPPY
I told him as long as the PEOPLE in my life ARE HAPPY so am I
I started to think back to when YOU once told misery LOVE COMPANY
I started to laugh
YOU told me I was miserable and I wanted YOU to be the same
I DID
I wanted the PEOPLE around me to be just like me.
PEOPLE mistake their miseries for happiness.
Instant gratification is easy to attain
When YOU ARE alone ask urself ARE YOU truly happy.
YES MISERY LOVES COMPANY
ASK yourself who is HAPPY and who is Miserable
While YOU may think you ARE happy
I kNoW I aM hApPy
Think HARD are YOU? ? ? ?

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013

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