Oh, what joy it feels to be in sadness.

There is delight to be in misery.
With this pain, I could get back in harness.
Lost emotions bring creativity.
A broken heart is a dynamic mind.
Melancholy it greatly is to write
Because, honestly, happiness is blind.
With these states, forever it will be night.
But then, how will I gain such worthy friends
When I’m defined to be a masochist?
There is no way to have self-confidence
When, one way, I am an antagonist.
So, I think, I must learn to draw a smile
That will last even just for a short while.