I’m happy

I sing from the depths of my soul on a 

stage, and look out at my fans

I’m happy

I skip through downtown with my best 

friend and a cup of coffee

I’m happy

I go out to a party and move to the 

music, surrounded by the people I love

I’m angry

I scream profanities at a wall because it 

dared to stub my toe

But I’m happy!

I play a board game with my aunt and uncle 

and laugh so hard I snort

I’m happy

I mean I got an A on my 

chemistry test

I’m sad

I cry on the floor of the school bathroom 

because my hair tie broke

No, I’m happy!

I smile and pump my fists in the back of a crowded car 

to a song I don’t even know

I’m angry

I punch a pillow because my brother

used the outlet I wanted to use

I’m sad

I take a shower in darkness because the running 

water drowns out my sobs

But I’m happy now!

I have a party with all my friends!

Four people showed up.

…

I think I’m happy.

...

Am I happy?

…

I’m not happy.

I’m just distracting myself from the depression.

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Why aren’t I happy?