It is not what people think, or what people say, but the things I enjoy, that make me happy.
It is the color teal, my comfy bed, and my favorite meal.
It is the art I make, the time I spend, and the pride I take.
It's the sound of the phone ringing, a friend calling, and my awful singing.
It's my funny brother, playful dogs, and crazy mother.
It's the fishing pole in my hand, the thrill of a big catch, and my feet in the sand.
It's the way I look, my favorite shirt, and my favorite book.
It's others' smiles, eating pasta, and running miles.
These are a few things that make me smile. But I haven't smiled for myself in a while.
I'm working on myself, and being happy for myself, not just trying to make everyone happy.