Not For Me

January 29, 2015

It swims around everyone's feet

waiting for them to fall in.

It casually climbs across their body

trying to break through their skin.

It sits and waits for a vulnerable moment,

then suddenly takes control.

The happiness will find its way

and fill their heart and soul.

But happiness does not wait for me

or swim around my feet.

My skin is bare and now I see that

happiness is not for me

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