Unhappy
Happiness depends upon ourselves, as they say,
But why I am feeling this way,
I don't have any problems to worry,
But no matter how I tricked myself, I am still unhappy.
The answer is obvious, you may say,
Contentment holds the key,
But when I push myself to be contented and happy,
I found myseld deeply burried in misery.
poem by Mevell Joy Notarion
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