A Different Angle
Sometimes I feel bad on purpose
I yearn to feel the angst and burn of depression
So much so that it changes my daily being
It contributes to my awakening being
When the morning dawns, I wipe my eyes
I smile, I begin the day
I can't wipe the smile away.
The most insufficient, fake smile.
The smile, more so it's what I'd rather feel
So I do
I do feel the happiness deeper than any feeling
Any other feeling that has ever consumed me.
Be happy
Be happier than anything
Even material things
And they feel nothing.
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