A/N: Ok, I wrote this a long time ago and just found it on my computer. It's not totally crappy so I decided to publish it. I would appreciate any feedback. Thanks!

This I am told (or Happiness)

Happiness is relative; This I am told.

It's a place, time, and circumstance.

It is neither guaranteed nor promised to anyone.

Happiness is coveted; This I am told.

The fear of not being happy is overwhelming,

I only strive to be happy one moment at a time and hope it adds up to an entire life.

Happiness is attainable; This I am told.

I make the moments of happiness loud,

I cannot hear the loneliness and fear in the silences following those moments.

Happiness is mine; This I am told.

They say I look happy and should be happy, but I am not.

Unhappiness's dark presence is always nearby

it is hated and loved, welcomed and shunned.

Happiness is cowardly; This I know.

It stays long enough for you to know its comfort,

then it leaves you in the dark.

Happiness is cruel; This I know.

It cares not for your pain, it's selfish.

It is relative, coveted, attainable, cowardly, and "mine"

be that as it may, I do not want it.

I want the reliable consistency of unhappiness.