So I'm Fine, Right?

by JustDoodle

It's late at night when Mikey starts thinking about what it really means to be happy. He knows that he knows; he is the joyful, carefree one in the family after all. But he just wants to make sure. Just wants to check. No harm in checking, right? {It's kinda a one-shot poem thing with actual effort and I know its short but please give it a try ahh}

What is happy?

Okay, that sounds a little strange, let me try again

What does it mean to be happy?

Now that's better.

But really

What does it actually mean to be happy? To experience joy?

People say it's just to feel good, to be content with what's happening

To have that nice familiar feeling of warmth surround your heart in a tight, comfy embrace.

You're supposed to experience happy in certain situations too

It's supposed to come naturally.

It's also supposed to show, that much I know

Show through a distinct, toothy smile that stretches across your face, glowing like a crescent moon at night

Because that's how people know when you're happy, right?

A smile

But what if you don't feel happy when you need to?

When your supposed to?

If your supposed to feel happy, always supposed to feel happy no matter what and you don't

Then what?

Well, it's pretty easy actually.

You smile.

Because when you smile it means your happy, and it doesn't matter how you feel.

Nothing matters if you smile

Because smiling means being happy

So when my brothers come up to me and ask if I'm okay I say yes

Because I'm smiling, so I'm happy right?

Happy means fine, right?

So I'm fine

Right?