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Stuck in Happy
Dad, why did you never leave our family?
Mom, why do you have to be so faithful to him?
Why am I growing up in this sun worn house living comfortably on a brown sofa?
Don't allow me to fill your space
Kick me out on the street
Let me spend a night in the rain
Drowning in tears and desperation
Stop cooking me warm meals
I don't want to eat
I want to let my body wither away
I want to feel myself fading
I want to fear deep in my core
Boyfriend, why do you love me so?
Break my heart, stomp on it, smash it
Let me walk in on you cheating
I want to feel the hot tears sting my eyes
Feel the absence of your arms leave me shivering
Dog, why are you always at my side?
I've left the back gate open, run away now
But you just look at me with your dopey eyes and wag your useless tail
I am hopelessly happy
Fated to live a life of comfortable normalcy
I want to feel a deep emotion
But I am stuck in happy
The rain slices the night, and hits the roof
Tortured artists hear the sounds of gunfire
See the tears of crying babies
I hear fairies feet tapping on my roof
See little blue gems blessing the thirsty
Flames swallow up the sky
Writers pick up their pens
Destruction, pain, civil war
I look at the flames
See a marshmallow die on the end of my stick
The closest I've gotten to pain
I write about the beauty in life
But something is missing in every poem
I've yet to see the beauty swimming in dark corners
I can't appreciate the warmth because I've never felt the cold
I'll never see a splash of blue paint as a mothers loss of child
Or some strange emotion that can't possibly be pulled from a streak of color
I think it takes a deep soul to unearth the true meaning
It takes a deep soul to do most anything of value
I look at the art, tilting my head and closing one eye, but when they both open I realize it once again
I am stuck in happy forever and ever
Is it a blessing or a curse?

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I am exploring my emotions, or lack of. I don't actually wish harm on myself or anyone, I'm just conveying the message of wanting to feel a deep emotion.