sheryl mateo - happiness

remember before?

things were alot easier.

smiling was actually a form of happiness and not an act of sanity.

why is it that the older you get the more you lose yourself?



you seem to lose the prospective of why to smile or even be happy?

sometimes you ask, if there such things as happiness.

then there would be days where you just be lost on one's own thought of not knowing who, what, or where should they be.

sometimes we are so afriad of reality that we put our real selves in a dreams.

but in a mear second we lose our true selves by doing so.

so afraid of waking up and knowing that they are not who they want to be.


but the real truth to it, is that...

that person you see every morning when you wake up is the real you, the only you.

that person you have dreamed of, or wanting to be, is nothing but a mear reflection of lies, denial, and surreal confusion of who you 'dreamed' of being.

key word 'dream'.

be who you really are and not dream, for dream can only take you so far before reality hits you back.

sheryl mateo

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