These Days are Bad Days

These days I look up at the blue sky a lot
These days I go out to enjoy the stars at night
these days I spend time with my self more
Because these days are bad days I'm always afraid for

I'm puzzled of how people continue to love despite the pain
I'm confused how unhappy people say money can't buy happiness
I'm fascinated with the thought of living someone else's life
I'm hating the fact that I'm spitting bullshits in mirrors


Because money can buy happiness but not contentment
And that life is not all about success but surviving
That sometimes dragging other people to your hell is comfort
And that toxicity is my own definition of self love.

But today I choose to love myself more
though it takes time to make peace with my flaws
No one can understand me better than me
Because maybe I can't be rich but at least I can be happy