:^] (another sonnet)

There are instructions on how to be happy
Written on the door of this bathroom stall.
Step one is to say I love you, Maggie,
The fact that you exist makes me thankful.

Step two is to smile, even if I don’t want to
Because smiling implicitly would trick my brain
Into thinking I have more than I really do.
So, sitting on the toilet, I force a grin.

The final step is to let go of the past
But I wonder how I would stay me,
I’ve been shaped by the things I’ve lost,
Different drugs would travel my bloodstream.

I draw a smiley face under the three steps
Knowing at least it worked a little bit.