Happy / by Rebecca Tillett

I’m taking something to be happy
I must be happy.
What’s happy?
Have I ever been truly happy?
Do I just try to convince myself I’m happy when I’m not?
Do I try to convince myself I’m depressed when I’m not?

Is it possible to merely exist;
apathetically, melancholic,
and with zero feelings; good or bad?

Is it right to be walked all over –
if really I’m only craving love and acceptance from another human being?
— R. Tillett