Chasing shadows of happiness
Does it even exist?
Happiness is a feeling that defeats me
An illusion that only I can't see
There's a feeling stirring inside of me
A dark cloud I've repressed for as long as can be
Every day I feel it taking over me
If not, before too long, it will control all of me
Nobody seems to notice
They walk by unaware, with happiness on their lips and love in their eyes
But they can't see me
I barely exist on their plain
I'm drifting ever further away
It's a life I fear I'll never see
It's almost out of reach for me
Happiness seems so rare to me
Is there someone out there willing to bring it to me?
I don't think I have the strength to find it within me
Because that's where I've been told it should be
About the Creator
Simon George
I write poetry, fiction, and non-fiction. In 2021, I published my debut book "The Truth Behind The Smile" a self-help guide for your mental health based on my personal experience with depression. Go check it out.
IG: @AuthorSimonGeorge
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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