Happiness knocks at my door,
but I pretend I’m not at home.
The laughter’s sweet, but it feels unsure,
like a wave before it’s overthrown.

I’m afraid of joy, afraid to feel,
afraid that the pain will reveal
a fragile truth I can't deny -
happiness fades, and so do I.

A fleeting smile, a stolen breath,
a moment alive before it’s death.
What if this bliss is just a dream,
a trickling stream, lost in the sea?

Why does the light feels like a lie?
Why do I flinch when the sun is high?
I want to love, I want to try,
but shadows whisper, "Not tonight."

Maybe one day I’ll let it stay,
let the warmth take my fear away.
But for now, I close my eyes,
afraid of joy, though I don’t know why.