Tell Me What It Means To Be Happy Poem by Lauren Harper

Tell me what it means to be happy.
Let the honey coats of your words cover me over. Let them give me the false security of love.
Because here, in the world. No one is wanted.
We are only desired for what benefits the giver of love.
But it isn't love.
It's selfishness.
It isn't giving
It is taking
It is manipulation.
It is alienation
It is fake
Everything is fake
We pretend we are more than we are but really we are nothing.
We are nothing.
We mean nothing.
Even if we do happen by chance to make it.
We won't really make it.
We never will.
We only live to die.
We don't really matter.
We are dust.
We come from dust.
And so we will return to the ground as so- to the nothingness that we are.
Because laughter
Because joy
Because love
It is all fake
Pain
Loneliness
Powerlessness.
Is our reality.
Experienced joy are moments of denial and ignorance.
We are all nothing trying to be something that will never occur.