A happy, happy life.

Tune out the negative people who only speak to cast you down

Joy is for the deserving,
What have you done to deserve it?
Your lazy and don't try effort
You lounge in squalored comfort
You're sitting down again?
Let's try and make an effort this time.

-They say

You're right your right I shouldn't be right
I'm not even deserving of spite
I should not lie down
I'll be uncomfortable another round
I hate it, I hate it
But life isn't ment to be nice

-I reply

They start to rub off,
Rub off on me
They're comments and their lies
But that's just it, I'm left ajar,
That you're not what they say you are

-I remember

I love being happy, I love spreading joy
A compliment to a stranger
A nice lay down, the sun high above
A dove flys by so high
Flys so high, I feel so high
On top of the world, we are

We are all people
And people are social
People like to be happy
Not made to be sad
Not made to be dreary
Because life is what we make it.

Life is what we make it.

Author's Note

I personally love repetition, I'm not sure about how others feel about it.

I also don't mean this too sound too much like the annoyed ramblings of a teenager who's parents nag her to study.... But it kind of is. Don't let that cloud your judgement of this poem!!!! I think the interpretation of art before you read it's defenition is it's true meaning.