Happy Art


I have a love-hate relationship with art.
My art stems from pain,
a state of overthinking,
a way to wallow in sadness.
People tell me it's good,
listen to it,
hear me.

For this reason,
I don't strive for happiness.
From what feeling would I pull my ideas?
How would I get people to praise me,
listen to me,
hear me?

Art is in the eye of the beholder.
A funny thing really.
Society tells you to be happy,
but craves the art coming from the opposite emotion.
Rainbows and sunshine,
not as appealing as heartbreak and emptiness.

I can't express happiness in art.
So in turn,
I am stuck with beautiful pain.

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