synthetic
Why do I always have to think, and dream?
I only get nightmares, and I think about all the bad things
Sometimes I think happiness is fake
Just like another drug we take
Every time I feel like I might be happy
It feels synthetic, plastic
Like it's not really me
I might say I'm happy
But in my head I never believe it
But I have to put on a show so people will forget
That I was sad, that I let people see I was upset
Do people ever think that maybe someone who is sad just wants to be alone?
Obviously they're not talking to anyone
So stop asking me what's wrong!
I only get nightmares, and I think about all the bad things
Sometimes I think happiness is fake
Just like another drug we take
Every time I feel like I might be happy
It feels synthetic, plastic
Like it's not really me
I might say I'm happy
But in my head I never believe it
But I have to put on a show so people will forget
That I was sad, that I let people see I was upset
Do people ever think that maybe someone who is sad just wants to be alone?
Obviously they're not talking to anyone
So stop asking me what's wrong!
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