Poems about happy

Mentally I don't know where to start
Something feels wrong
But I don't know what
Then it shouldn't bother me
If I don't know
Something just feels so wrong
My chest is tight
My heart strains for some reason
It's breaking
I'm thinking happy thoughts but my
Stomach it keeps on turning
Thinking happy thoughts
But my head is pounding
Think happy thoughts
I've never felt so sad
Think happy thoughts
Think happy thoughts
All I can think about is that statement
No really happy thoughts cross my mind
Think happy thoughts
At least I'm distracted
Think happy thoughts!
Dammit
Think happy
Think happy
Just be happy!

I. *
She's beautiful. She's an angel. She's everything we asked for. * I cried for the hopes and dreams of a future that was never mine. I didn't know any better, so I kept crying.

Xiv.
You can't run around like before anymore. Don't get your knees dirty. Elbows off the table. Grow up. I brushed my hands of the dirt and picked myself up, because ladies weren't supposed to pick earthworms out of the grass. I picked up eyeliner instead.

Xvi.
I'm trusting you. Don't get into trouble. Don't do anything dumb. There's something satisfying about hearing the roar of an engine at the start of a July evening. With the wind in your hair, freedom at your finger tips, I could have done anything. But I shut off the car and went inside.

Xviii.
You're grown up now. You're an adult. You can't afford to make stupid mistakes anymore. I was composed of keg stands, one night stands, roommates, 2am Taco Bell runs, first dates, caffeine, prayers, tears, insecurities, heart to heart talks, "just try it, it's fun, I swear", friends that turn into bridesmaids, broken promises and broken hearts. I can still hear the train's whistle.

Xxi.
I told you not to do anything dumb. I told you not to make stupid mistakes. I don't know what to tell you anymore. Here's a standing ovation to being immortal; hats off to the teary drunken nights and the existential crises. These are the days that we'll look back and wish we never wasted and I'll wonder why I let you wipe your muddy shoes on me.

She's the gift
That every birthday
Has been leading up to.

The library is full of people... and me...

Some of these days are so bright

That they print all washed out

In my memory.

After echoes of a hungry heart deafen my eardrums

Today was an uncanny unbearable lull.

Absolutely dysfunctional with no new words

Only reflections of some older ones unspoken.

I was walking down the streets, mumbling words

From some past conversations, smiling...

The day it does not give you an account

Of whether it was happy in substance or

Subliminal in its relentless pursuit.

What is a happy day?

I saw a picture of a Syrian boy stained in blood,

Victim of a political war; this child

And then an old man

Who has been building a helicopter

Out of spare parts.

My friend thinks

I write a lot...

I don't know what else to do

You asked me for my happiest moment,
And I came up empty-handed,
Not because I never had one,
But because I never really thought about it.

For me time doesn't move like that,
It's not a moment to moment live your life like it's the last kind of cliche-trap that I put myself into.

For me everything is as old as it is new,
Because I knew from just about day one that everyone tells you to enjoy life, but they're so busy running the race they forget to take it in strides.

For me life is honestly a breeze,
But the problems come in the form of anxiety when people ask what I've been up to.

Because when they realize my answer is nothing new they look at me like,
"Who are you to be happy taking life at your own pace? "

"Don't you know? This life is a race and you don't have much time.
You should live your life like mine and be happy. "

I was,
Before I met you

It doesn't matter
If you don't respond to my messages

It doesn't matter
If you don't appreciate my efforts

It doesn't matter
If you don't have time to look my way

It doesn't matter
If you can't return my feelings

It doesn't matter
If you only see me as colleague

It doesn't matter
If you only see me as a friend

It doesn't matter
As long as you're happy...

Why must I be quiet?
Why must I care?
Why must they always
Make me feel like i'm not there?

Invisible has become my name.
Invisibility, my game.

No words.
No sounds.
No actions.
No me.

Is this what must happen,
To make this world happy?

Jimmu is walking dejectedly
He gazes at your smile
And makes amends to the sky