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You’re afraid of what could happen So you constantly keep up a wall You are in a constant battle But aren’t we all? We do things that make us happy Things that make us happy We say we HAVE to do things Because it will satisfy us In the sense that we know we’ve done what is it right to ourselves If we go against our morals, Our feelings turn black What we’ve done haunts us. We regret and traumatize ourselves So we choose. We choose to stand by what works for us.. Or not We don’t want to turn on our beliefs But if what believe is wrong, Why won’t we change? Who says it’s wrong? Who says it’s right? Happiness. It tailgates our thoughts. How will it affect us? Is this what really want? Will this make me happy? Take this into consideration: You don’t know what lies ahead for you. Is it possible that if you change the plan You can still end up happy? We’re not quick to put a dent in our routines. We don’t do well with the thought of change. We become afraid of taking chances. I am afraid of taking risks. We get comfortable. You got comfortable. I’m getting comfortable. Molding yourself, just as I am Into a physically, stable place But suffocating my mental state And sucking out positivity Worrying myself To a sweat so bitter That I drown my motivation In poisoned waters. I am constantly forcing myself To remember To keep myself sane With a word that I have yet to understand completely:              Happiness.