Myself

Happiness.
An Illusion.
An Illusion of the soul.
People would say I am happy.
Is my soul just doing a magic trick?
Is it trying to make me seem like someone else?
Someone not me?

The truth is,
I am happy.
The other truth is,
I am also angry, depressed, anxious, paranoid, stressed.
Emotions.
You can’t admit you are depressed.
People will look at you crazy,
But I am not afraid to admit it.
Sometimes I want to scream.
I want to yell at the world.
Blame everyone for what is happening.

My fault.
No one else’s.
I make mistakes.
I’m not perfect.
Are you looking for perfection?
Buy a Barbie Doll.
I am no where near to perfect.
I never will be.
I can admit my flaws.
The things wrong with me,
But I can also admit what is good about me.

I am kind.
I am thoughtful.
I am funny.
I am caring.
I am friendly.

I am me.