Every day is a fight
Every day is a challenge
I get up every morning
With a smile on my face
And it is a real smile
A true smile
But not a natural smile
It takes effort
It takes thought
It takes work
Shouldn’t happiness be effortless?
Shouldn’t living come naturally?
Why,
Why get up every morning?
Why live through every day?
Why withstand a lifetime?
If all it is,
Is trying and working towards
Happiness
Why suffer through every day?
Trying so hard
To accomplish a task
That shouldn’t even require my labor?
To everyone who’s happy, smiling face
Is an effortless habit
I am envious
I am jealous you can work towards other goals
But for me,
I have only one ambition
And it takes up all my time
All my life, it seems
So, wish me luck
Hope that one day I’ll get there
One day I’ll be like you
Because some days, this one simple objective
Seems so pointless
So obsolete
About the Creator
Katherine Kane
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