Reality

The questions many teens have that reality can't seem to answer.

Dear Reality, 

Why can’t I be happy? I’ve lived every day looking for something I just can’t seem to find. Is it me? Am I the cause of my own destruction? Is it something that I've done wrong? I don’t ask for much. Just to be happy. I only want to be happy. But it seems like every time I reach that one moment. That one moment of ecstasy, it all falls apart.

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[Tepo]

Welcome tamira

The reasons people can't find the answers
Is they are afraid to ask the question
That's not you
The more you write the more you find
Looking forward to reading more from you

[John the Baptist]

Happy isn't something you find. It's something you are.