Finding Joy Poem by Strydar Enox

Where do we find what brings us joy?
Is it a gift from Santa, maybe a toy?
Is it holding our family and been being accepted?
Is it in torment of others that inspires you laugh?
If so let me deliver vocal turn on the rack.
Where is it I find my Joys in the days?
My pains, my hurts, My moments I’m sane?
I see myself in those that surround me.
I feel happiness when they look in and find me.
When tears come to their eyes that little piece of me dies
Only to be rekindled in the joys that they find.
Cursed to remain a mirror of my thoughts
Tricking all listen That I am happiest most.
But, how can I find myself happy?
All those pieces of me dying sadness spread like a plague.
Why does it feel like smiling will break a leg?
Be happy be healthy and at least try to find joy.
Even if you don’t someone else will find yours.
And passed it will be from a lie to the truth.
Funny it is how the mind really works.