We all suffer
Some alone in the nights
Hugging the pillows
Some in the light
Smiling
But happy is the sad ultimate
For it is judging and it rates
The extent of social acceptance of life
And you are supposed to be 'happy' walking on the knife
The superficiality of it ignores the unseen
And the life that they try hard to hide and the life that they preen
How simple it would have been
If the 'three magical words' were said more and more
'I need help' would have saved so many
And the courage to display the scars that they proudly wore
But ' be happy' was taught so loud
That the boundaries seemed to fade
To tell when we were feeling un'happy' or otherwise sad
But brave are those who fight the taboo
And fight with the demons knowing what they already knew
But sometimes
Sad is not always the evil
Happy is not always adorable
More than once Just let go
Be yourself..
Be vulnerable!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem