Happiness

• Jessica Nguyen, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2015

a smothering little cube of pink smoke; always known as a emotion of the human.
packed like hair in tight curls;soft as a dandelion.
inner soul black as motor oil;
smiles fake the sadness,
sadness smears over the heart.
everyone smiles,
nothing real.
what is happiness?
happiness is home;
knowing where you belong,
and being yourself.
always believing;
and having faith is the essence of happiness.
being with family;
knowing you are loved.Not all the time everything is right, you may not be loved, but you tell them they are wrong.
you bandage your own broken heart and always get back on your feet,
because happiness is, knowing who you are and doing what you love.