Privacy, Subdued, Blinded

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Privacy I seek when I’m subdued,

A private place to contemplate my mood.

Sometimes I am blinded

by just how bloody-minded

I can be.

I’m surprised I’m not abided

by those who are high-minded

enough to know that it’s not really me.

So, wrapped up in my misery I sit,

descending deeper,  deep into my pit

of never-ending darkness, never lit

by happiness or joy, so I submit

to never-ending misery and sorrow.

Perhaps I will be happier tomorrow

or maybe I will even try a smile,

prepare myself to go the extra mile

turn around and try to start anew,

move away from all this hullabaloo.

Instead of being weak, become the glue

…or will my saddened mind point-blank construe

that actually I’m happy as I am,

if being sad is happy, that is me.

and there’s no one else that I would rather be.

So, please do not be sorry,

or even start to worry,

because none of this is actually me.

© Joseph R. Mason 2024

Please note, it’s only a poem, not a cry for help or a hint at reality. I am the happiest person I know and the happiest person you’ll ever get to meet!

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