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"Happy Kind"

Pain won't just fade away.
But dealing, I just can't take.
Moments pass, day by day.
I ruin it all with another mistake.

It's very clear, I can't deny.
After all this time,
I finally get why:
I'm just not the happy kind.

Say goodbye to the tears,
I try to wipe them away.
They been here too many years,
Its been long past their stay.

They leave.
And more stop by.
Leaving me to believe
I'm just not the happy kind.
sorry i posted it here, no one answers in the poetry section...
i normally only write poetry when im sad, if it sounds whiny, well then thats just my style.