The Task of Happy

How to be happy is a complicated task
A question I continuously seem to ask

I have been questioned from time to time
“What makes you happy” but nothing comes to mind

I pause to think, what do I really say?
What makes me happy is making someone else’s day.  

But when I think about what I just said, 
I had an epiphany and felt a little dread 

Why am I putting everyone first?
How do I change this? I’ve been this way since birth 

I ponder the changes I need to make. 
The task of happy I need to brake

Why am I afraid of taring down my guard
Why is the feeling of happiness so hard?

Self sabotage is a tactic I to use
If I get to close to that feeling, it’s like a burning fuse 

Waiting for that moment to blow up in my face
Running out of fear of disappointment, I escape from that place

The task of happy should not be a chore
So I reach deep into my soul, down to my core

In order to be happy and stay in that place
It isn’t putting yourself second just to save face

If I truly love to make others happy,
I need to be happy first
The rest will be effortless and stop thinking the worst

Enjoy every moment for what they are
For those are future memories to think back on from a far
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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