My one and Only truth

I written a poem about it too

People have a lot to learn

Have they lost their minds

oh really is it just me

Because I have one

It's a fear of happiness

And it is a word

 

Calling it something so unrelated

Here it is. Cherophobia

Even you think it is right

Ready to hear how I got it

Of course you are I come up with a

Phony Lie with a

Hazy goal in mind

Obviously something made me stop

Because everytime I'm happy everyone

Instantly backstabs me

All things can happen but I can

 

Remember what happened so clearly

Everyone constantly killing me

And yet I live in a small existance

Lying was the only cure

 

Occassionally I let it free my

Reason none but I am different

 

Neither a lie nor is it the truth

Opponent 'till the end

To this day both sides battle but nothing can help me from curing this fear to be happy once again