I don't like it when I'm sad
So I try my best to be glad
Even though my days are painted with blood
I am, and will remain a happy lad
On the outside, I am mad
On the inside, I am bad
I'm not perfect, cause I'm not God
So I try be a happy lad
You sometimes see me sad, cause I hate to pretend
The holes in my life, I try to amend
My happiness is what I always defend
Still trying to be a happy lad
There's a story I would like to recommend
The story of me, from begging to the end
I am a happy ghost. The end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem