Cause Happiness Needs No Therapy

My writing’s often tainted
with touch of shadows painted.
And sometimes words portray
A glimpse of night, not day.

Write often, words of sadness
or of detected madness.
Of dream that’s torn apart.
‘Bout endings, not of start.

But writing’s just my outlet.
A way to scream and shout it.
Cause words need to be spoken
when feel forlorn and broken.

That’s when I do some leaking
of thoughts no one is speaking.
For life is not perfection.
At times is lost, direction.

I pen some thoughts for thinking.
Won’t hide a ship that’s sinking.
For stars will glitter bright,
not in the day, but night.

This secret I’m confiding.
My therapy’s my writing.
Hence when a joy is greeted,
no therapy is needed.