Happiness

This was written after I realized that having fun was totally ok, and that it was ok for me to let go a little bit. In this poem is moments with many of my friends, as I started to enjoy all the few little moments that I had left with them.

February 2000, 12th grade, age 17.

Happiness

To laugh for no reason is crazy, to talk for hours isn't done.

Smiling is questionable and rules don't allow for fun.

Pure freedom isn't allowed. Natural living is dead.

Innocence is denial... there are mouth's that don't get fed.

Dancing in the rain's absurd; crawling's a childish thing.

Fears are only fiction. Set goals replace dreams.

Stars aren't to be wished on. Birds don't sing.

Fears are only fiction. Set goals replace dreams.

Stars aren't to be wished upon. Nothing's what it seems.

Why all the structure? The rules that say no?

Why bother being serious? The always on the go?

To dress like a pirate- to jump from a swing-

To sled instead of ski- to go outside and sing-

What's wrong with hold to a child's view?

Where happiness and smiles completely surround you?