As the thoughts become too hard to consume,

I lie here,

Awake in my room.

As being happy seems fantasy,

I can taste it,

Pure as can be.

But maybe,

If I give it a chance,

I won’t have to deal with this wicked romance.

So here I am,

Proud and strong,

I’ve been this way all along.

Of course it hasn’t been easy to see,

But being happy was made for me.