Everyone tells me to smile. And why I should be smiling.
They tell me I should be happy. And why I should be happy.
But no one asks why I'm not.
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Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
