I cry too much
I hold in my tears
Learn to express myself
Through bands and hot topic
My sister calls it emo
But I just laugh along
I hold in my tears
It forces up walls
I need to tear them down
to let people into
my sad
Little
World
A singer lets the rhythm
take them away
An artist paints a picture
Only they can see
And a poet, a poet like me
Escapes
Soars away
into another world
where they are not themselves
Here I can cry
Because there is no lecturing dad
No "everything's a joke" mom
Not even a judgmental yet loving sister
Tears are shed on the paper
But they dry before anyone
Anyone at all
sees
YOU ARE READING
Why Do We Smile?
Poesia*Previously "It Gets Better, Later On" •Short but Completed•
