"What are you doing to make you happy?"
How many times must I hear that question?
How many times must I think fast,
Rack my brain,
Come up with some answer
Worthy of your approval?
One lie after another,
Enough to satisfy you for another day
While I sit back and wonder
What it truly means to be happy.
Is it a fleeting moment of joy?
Is it a feeling of content?
Is it a feeling of belonging?
Or is it something else entirely,
Something I've never truly experienced?
