Talking shit to sadness

Fuck you sadness

you never have anything nice to say, you complain about everything, you run people away and you run from them.

you make me feel like a elephant in a match box when I’m alone and a ant in a football  stadium when I’m around people.

you make me tell my friends that I’m happy but then make me eat alone at lunch. I used to look forward to school every morning, a new day to make a new friend and to talk to that boy I like but now I wake up and cry because I did wake up.

It has been 2 weeks and I guess that the party is slowly burning down to ashes but instead of letting me be, you decide to bring in your good friends  anxiety and  insecurities to the party.

you three sitting on my  shoulders making all my decisions like if this was fucking inside out.  And you sadness Moping around with that ugly ass frown and Anxiety is running around biting its nails till there is nothing left but nubs.  Insecurities checks the mirror every hour to see if her face got any prettier then cries for 45 minutes straight  when she finds out she looks the same way she did an hour ago.

i can tell that you guys aren’t going any where any time soon, so I guess I will go out and search for happiness