Who I Am- Part Two

Joy is something that i once forced upon myself. It was so unusual, that in a sense, it was like a burden to bare. To be joyous. It just kind of hurt, it hurt to fake something that was so real to others.
Now, joy is something so sweet. Something I constantly crave, and for a while, I had it all of the time. Now, it seems like it is becoming more and more scarce. Maybe it is just life, taking a cycle. Giving and taking feelings and emotions. But, what do I know? I just know that I wish I felt joy.