You don't get to feel sad.
Push it down,
shove it down your throat,
don't breath,
don't say.
The tears are acid,
they will burn your skin,
they will hurt you,
they will kill you.
So smile and say;
"I am okay."
You don't deserve this,
you don't deserve those arms around you,
you don't deserve those pretty smiles,
and those shy glances.
You don't deserve those pretty brown eyes
and lovely skin.
Those tumbling curls
and lovely days.
You don't deserve those damned curses.
Make them laugh, don't waste their time.
You will laugh,
I will tell you jokes,
I will watch you smile.
I will tell you stories
and make you cackle.
Those long grey hairs,
and old skin,
Those stressed thin lines
and crying days.
Pass them all to me,
its better this way.
I will store them in my locker,
absorb them into me,
they will become mine.
Your stress,
your worries,
lend them all to mine.
I will give you hope,
I will watch you smile.
I won't cry,
I won't budge,
I will be your pillar.
And keep you smiling,
keep you sane.
