Sometimes...

Sometimes... I am happy.

I keep smiling for no reason.

Keep hugging and kissing my dog.

Sometimes... I am frustrated and broken.

I want to tear my writings and scream aloud.

Nothing feels right and I sink in darkness.

Somethings...happens all the time.

Losing control...

I give up under stress or mood swings.

Sometimes... I expect too much.

That others will inspire me?

Sometimes, being alone is a curse.

At other times, it seems like a blessing.

So happiness is confusing to understand.