How happy I am doesn’t make me a man

(or woman)

There are things that I want to be like happy, light and easy

and there are things that I ought to be like kind, nice, happy

there are things that I just am – me.

So fragile and with all that I can be sad, scared, angry and free and tight and empty

And yes also happy.

There are things that I want to be And I know that I can

But I forget that that’s not the only thing that I am.