In a dark room
I sat alone,
Full of sadness
Which was bestown.

Views of others
Crawled my brain ,
Burying my HAPPINESS
Making me insane.

I felt pangs of hurt
Deep in my heart,
I believed I wasn't good
From the very start.

I looked for HAPPINESS
Knocking all doors,
I was gifted with smiles
That were disguisedly sour.

Why wasn't the flower of HAPPINESS
Blooming in my life,
Was it because I wasn't perfect
To be someone's type.

I saw my reflection
In the clear, deep sea,
Beautiful, Mesmerizing and Charming
That was the real me.

I became a killer
Murdering my insecurities,
Certifying my worth
Embracing my immaturities.

Something twisted in my heart
Flowers of strength blossomed ,
A Garden of hope embellished
Colorful and Awesome.

Every flower had a different colour
A colour illustrating me,
It belimped when I became myself
Not what others wanted me to be.

Then I realized
HAPPINESS is not to be found in others ,
Don't wait for someone to compliment
Cuz you are your own lover.

-REEVES