That Happy Day

The sun began to rise.
The light streamed through my window
And shone into my eyes.

I woke up from such a peaceful sleep
And for the first time in months
I awoke and felt no need to weep.

I got out of bed and went across the room
I looked in the mirror
And saw a face without gloom.

For I had a smile upon my face
I liked what I saw.
I didn’t feel like a disgrace.

My eyes were filled with delight
My hair so perfect
My face so soft and bright

I decided to go out for the day,
Chill with some friends
Relax, just hang out and play.

The day was going great.
I was having so much fun
And I even got asked out on a date.

Then it was time for me to head home
To get ready for bed
And to write myself a poem.

So I wrote the events of the day down,
Cuddled under my covers
And fell asleep without a frown.

But then I awoke
And looked at myself
Realizing that it was all just a joke.

None of it was real
Just another stupid dream
That I had to conceal.

I’ve had this dream many times before
I wish it were the last
But I’ll probably have it many times more.

This ‘dream’ is nothing more than a nightmare
Because it shows me what I’m not
And it just isn’t fair.

I am not perfect, nor will I ever be
My life is messed up
And no one likes me.

I’ll never be asked out on a date,
Go to a party
Or chill with a mate.

So now I cry my pain away
And hope that my next dream
Won’t be of that ‘happy’ day.