I don’t write when I am happy
Call me a whiner even a cry baby
I am venting out all the negativity
While expressing my creativity
Believe it or not I am not sad
I am full of joy and delight
Meeting me you’d be glad
You’d find out my merry insight
I may write a happy poem one night
Tho’ I will not tell you which night
But I promise it will be light
And will be the last poem I write
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem