Is happiness an illusion?
Is there really such a thing?
At one time,
actually at many times,
I've thought so.
But every time I become happy,
truly happy,
it all just seems to slip away.
Is that just the nature of happiness?
Is happiness an illusion?
Or is there something wrong with me?
Am I just incapable of being happy?
Am I too fickle?
Indecisive?
Do I change my mind too constantly?
Am I too difficult to make happy?
Is happiness an illusion?
Why am I so impossible?
Am I not meant to feel true happiness but in brief bursts?
What is wrong with me?
Was I born in the wrong time?
The wrong place?
Would it even matter where or when?
Would I just be stagnant in the same way?
Is happiness an illusion?
I don't understand.
I have a great life,
so why?
Am I the problem?
Is the world?
Or...is happiness just an illusion...?