My What Ifs

by Erika   Feb 21, 2007


I don't know what it is about happy people.
How can you not have any worry in your life?
I'm not so sure that I would want to be so perfect.
I think that the angry terrible me is working just fine.
Do these happy people cry at night too?
Maybe they are just better secret keepers than I am.
I wonder if I could ever be one of these?
But then I remember.
I guess I'm ok with it now,
But some nights I still find it hard to sleep.
I can't even decide if the pain is actually going away,
Or if I'm just getting stronger every day.
I would like to think that it was a combination of both.
I often look back on my few years,
And think of all of the things that I would do differently.
I don't think that regrets are healthy,
But these aren't really regrets.
I wouldn't trade a single day for a dollar,
So I guess that these are just my what ifs.

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