Celebration
Happiness is taken
It’s gone
You’re lost
The world is angry
Angry at you
Angry at everything you do
You’re silent in a world that is moving so fast, as your thoughts are moving so slow.
Good days, bad days, in between.
Some days you just feel like a broken machine.
It gets better.
One day your happiness will return.
Happiness is given
Right there
In your hands
The world is rejoicing
Rejoicing for you
Rejoicing for your sanity
You are loud in a world that once trapped trapped your noise, and are no longer afraid.
Good days outweigh the bad.
Feelings surface, feelings you’ve never had.
It got better.
You knew happiness would return.
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