Me, Myself and I


I wish every night for my happiness
But then I think that it might be selfish
So I close my eyes and reconsider
And think of my friends, family, and wish
for their happiness more than my own.

But I am my own home, and a happy
home is a better home; it's more lively
and my chest doesn't feel heavy when I
laugh about something, which feels good, therefore
I wish every night for my happiness.

There are people who have it harder than
me, of course, and I think of them all the
time. Are their homes happy? Can they laugh and
not feel heavy? "No" could be their answer
So I close my eyes and reconsider

If I'm happy, could I make others smile?
If I'm not smiling, should I focus on
myself or my loved ones and sad strangers?
I don't always know how to make others grin, so
I wish every night for my happiness.

But there is guilt eating at me, yelling
at me, glaring at me, saying that it
"could be worse" - but I'm allowed to be sad
as I'm allowed to want to be happy
So I close my eyes and reconsider

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