I use to wake up in the morning and feel the warm sun shineing on my face,
but that didnt make me happy.
My parents would always tell me good morning
and they loved me
and everything good parents should,
and that didnt make me
happy. I got everything I could ever want there
was never anything I didnt get, but that didnt make me happy.
Finally one day my mother decided enough was enough she was tired of seeing me alone
and hurt for no reason other than reasons unknown. I never thought of myself
as unhappy or depressed as they liked to refer to me. It's been a year since that day and
I can say the warm sun makes me happy. My parents make me happy. Having everything I want makes me happy. I think now I am actually .....dare I say happy?