It Takes A Lot To Be Happy Poem by andrue finley

Pulling away now. Pulling away for real.

Is real a good thing. A good thing is real right? ? ?

Like I'm about to die. Or feel revived.

The lie is truth now. No More pain In my eyes.


I want to cry but only a smile comes to mind.

Moving on seems so hard now.

Seeing how It can never be 'the same '

Don't have me rain on the parade. It's a proud day to live.

Even if I sort of died inside.

Well now I curl up in my sheets. Feel your presence phase from me.

Feeling lighter. Odder. Taller. smaller? ? ?

I guess it takes a lot to be happy

Especially when it's not me this time

This time it's me who just smiles

And waves

And try's not to cry

No

Ill keep those tears inside. Cause now I turn to face what lies farther down

The future I've been afraid to see this whole time.