Bored of my exhausting life
I got out my notebook
I scanned through all of my past works
Each one getting a look
I began my newest poem then
I wrote it all down right
Emotion, angst, suffering, pain,
Darkness and the light
A challenge I was quickly given
To write something less dark
I scoffed at the idea and
"I don't do happy, okay?" I said.
"It's just not my forte."
The challenger she said, "come on."
"Just a short one, okay?"
I took a deep breath, and angrily began
To write the "happy" lines
I didn't like one minute of it
I hated it the whole time.
So here's the poem that I wrote
A positive one, I guess.
But here we go, I'm leaving now
My head needs a good rest.
The brightly shining sun did rise
Across the flowered plains
The sun broke through the clouded sky
And ended the stream of rain
The animals came out to play
In the sunlit sky
Their cute appearance showed excitement
For the coming day
The rabbits jumped, the birds did fly
Across the bright-lit land
Kindly helping each other out
To lend a helping hand
The happiness did spread to all
The creatures of the plains
At this point, I couldn't take it
My anger I could no longer restrain
I tore up the paper in my hands
And threw it on the floor
My blood boiling, my mind enraged
I just couldn't take anymore
I took out my own notebook
And wrote down my newest rhyme
A poem explaining a horrible one
One I shall never write another time
This new poem was one about
A challenge I was given
And how this poem that I loathed
Never truly got written.