I wish

I wish I could speak always of things that make other people happy. That I could make other people happy at all times. But I also understand that happiness always isn't true happiness then its just contentment. So why must we live through the hurt and the hate when happiness is just a myth that comes and goes. Its never truly there. Never actually stays its just a ghost... like hope. Thats always a dream of a thing waiting there pretending that it actually exist but never truly shows itself to you only disappears just before you think you have it. You realize the fun and the closest thing you'd ever get to happiness was in the reach to get it. The journey to the castle, the life that you once had.