The Happy Shell

How can one

Look so fine

On the outside

Laughing, smiles

The happy shell

But inside

melancholy, breaking

Frustration, confusion

Longing to run

But there's nowhere

To go

What's the fix

What's the solution

Playing pretend

Feeling it pressing in

Lost

Black space

And grabbing

Nothing

But

Air



Ok so you want an explanation? I'm tired of everything. All this crap, everything from the past year. If it's not one thing it's another. I'm angry and I'm frustrated. And I feel like there is no good solution that I'm happy with to anything. And I'm so....I don't know. Sad. With my life. And I've tried so hard to fight through. I've endlessly beaten the pillow so to speak. I want to scream, I want to run, I just, I just...I don't know. I just can't seem to get through. I feel like there's nothing. No way out. Nothing to be happy for. And you know I say this now, but it will change. I'm just TIRED of going back to it. Everything dragging me down. I just want to be happy. LIke truly. For once. It feels like so long. ANd it's wearing me down. And so that's what my poem is about. Like an emo mood I guess.