Life is beautiful.
Wait, let me fix that;
My life is beautiful.
In that beauty, however,
Noun; an event causing great suffering.
How can something beautiful,
The answer is simple;
My beauty lacks tragedy.
I can write forever about how pained I am,
How much I long for things I'll never grasp,
But it's in vain.
I step away from my laptop and my life is everything I need.
I need something debilitating to fuel my fire,
Something dark to give me a reason to be more mysterious,
My sadness cannot be justified by society,
Simply because I am a middle-class white female,
Who is innocently beautiful,
Who is a little more than intelligent,
Who has both parents and then some.
My sadness cannot be ascertained,
Simply because I smile every day,
And I laugh every hour,
And I have more than enough friends.
Lend me a tragedy,
So finally I can be sad,
Or pissed off,