Warmth

People always tell me to be happy,

And that my life isn't all that crappy.

They figure I never even try.

Cause all they see me do is cry.

But I have tried.

Though within my heart did the happiness contiue to hide.

But now I feel a spark of warmth from inside.

And I'm just glad it hasn't yet died.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

hmmmm. a relatively happy poem.. that doesn't happen often.

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