A World That Pretends To Be Happy

The pursuit of happiness is the American Dream but how can I be happy if I ain’t spending? What kind of world have we all come to live in where happiness is sold at filthy auctions? Add it to my cart online and hope I’ve earned free shipping. Go to college, get a job, make something of yourself. I did exactly as the teachers said and still feel so unfulfilled. “Where do you see yourself in five years?” Not still stuck inside my parents’ house. When you’re brought up in poverty it’s really hard to rise; you gotta shoot for the sky and everyone will try to shoot you down cause they’re after the same prize What’s the prize? A moment of fame, a few hundred bucks, debt paid off, beggars can’t be choosers, right? What would you do for a million dollars? Well, I kind of have a moral strife: I work fifty hour weeks rack in the overtime, don’t get paid enough to survive, “take a mental health day,” I ain’t got the time. Wonder if I’d be better off if I just rob ‘em blind! “What are you complaining for? You’ve got the dream job that you wanted, aren’t you happy now?” “I guess it really wasn’t what I wanted, was it, now?” Drowning in all kinds of loans wasn’t exactly where I saw myself; chasing a fantasy led me to a great depression; you want to talk mental health? I don’t sleep, I overeat, I work and work and work and work, pour all my emotions down the drain, and act like I’m perfectly okay because I’ve achieved happiness according to the American Dream. So why am I not happy? Why are we not happy? Why do we riot and rage, shoot our children, starve our people, and wave an unachievable dream in the faces of the future generations so we can watch them struggle, and burn, and fall apart at the seams all while they pretend to be happy?