you asked me why
i never smiled
but i do,
internally
because the outside me
only feels ashamed
to look around
to look in the mirror
because happiness
belongs to the ones who
can afford it
and i was born from
secondhand material
and the rich smiles i see
drop diamonds where they go
and meanwhile, i can
barely afford a watch
to tell me how long i have left
until my emotions dry up
so you ask me why i
don't smile
when clearly i cannot
afford the price of joy
that clings to it
YOU ARE READING
What's Wrong
Poetrysome of these might not make sense but trust me neither does my mind
