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Array ( [sid] => 1972 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Happy Daydreams [time] => 2002-08-08 13:13:04 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Tiredness is etched on her pretty face.
She's tired of pretending to be happy,
she's sick of hiding her sorrows.
Everyone feels the same way in this world,
lonley, fake, depressed.
And yet...
Eveyone acts the same way in this world,
happy, loved, fufilled.
What would the world be like
if we all stopped pretending?
If everyone was honest,
if everyone told the truth,
the world would be black,
angry, depressed, confused.
So we hide the truth away,
lock it in a box in the back of our minds.
We cannot admit our silent suffering to others.
Because then, we'd have to admitt it to ourselves.
We'd have to pull it out,
dust it off,
and remember why it was there.
It'd crush our little worlds,
the happy daydreams in which we live.
Everyone's pain is different,
yet all of it is the same.
It all cuts deep, to your very soul,
It makes you angry, it makes you sad.
It makes you wish you could tell.
Someone, anyone, it doesn't really matter.
We're all drowning in a sea of pretend,
isolated from each other.
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Happy Daydreams

Contributed by Angel12881 on Thursday, 8th August 2002 @ 01:13:04 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Tiredness is etched on her pretty face.
She's tired of pretending to be happy,
she's sick of hiding her sorrows.
Everyone feels the same way in this world,
lonley, fake, depressed.
And yet...
Eveyone acts the same way in this world,
happy, loved, fufilled.
What would the world be like
if we all stopped pretending?
If everyone was honest,
if everyone told the truth,
the world would be black,
angry, depressed, confused.
So we hide the truth away,
lock it in a box in the back of our minds.
We cannot admit our silent suffering to others.
Because then, we'd have to admitt it to ourselves.
We'd have to pull it out,
dust it off,
and remember why it was there.
It'd crush our little worlds,
the happy daydreams in which we live.
Everyone's pain is different,
yet all of it is the same.
It all cuts deep, to your very soul,
It makes you angry, it makes you sad.
It makes you wish you could tell.
Someone, anyone, it doesn't really matter.
We're all drowning in a sea of pretend,
isolated from each other.

Copyright © Angel12881 ... [ 2002-08-08 13:13:04]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Happy Daydreams (User Rating: 1 )
by ginsdance on Thursday, 8th August 2002 @ 02:02:52 PM AEST
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And yet, there is good mixed with all the bad. Flowers and butterflies, children playing happily, everything around us that reflects the good in everything. Great poem, I'm just optimistic... :)
Ginsdance

Re: Happy Daydreams (User Rating: 1 )
by Written2bRead on Thursday, 8th August 2002 @ 06:18:00 PM AEST
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hey, tonight's a strange night for me. I just finished telling a large group of people about what you wrote here for 45 minutes. 'cept I have a certain hope in something and I don't believe that everyone is pretending.
1)some people are obvious about their sorrows 'cuz they don't want to pretend and by the way... it is a dark world out there.
2)some people ignore it and think happy thoughts and make friends like the optomistic person up here^, but I don't think we're supposed to ignore the voice that tells us we need to be fulfilled...
why do you think we're alive? why do you think we believe that there's such thing as happiness in the first place. I can tell you for sure that there is a way to be fulfilled... L8sauce stikker4life@yahoo

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