"I hear the smile in your tone
And I lash out
It wasn't anything you've done
But I still shout
You're just trying to talk
You've had a good day
Maybe you went on a walk
Or you're just feeling great
But I haven't been so lucky
I'm not nearly quite so glad
And I'm proud to know you're cheery
But I just feel so damn bad
I know I'm in the wrong
But you're not in the right
For you exploit that I'm not strong
And it becomes quite a plight
With yelling and obscenities
Which last throughout the day
We've suddenly become enemies
And it hurts when before I was so grey
So I tell you my brother that this is true
That I'm dying from inside out
But if I'm honest, it's nothing new
Just next time, do not shout"
-c. e.
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secrets.
PoetryI am not happy. I don't know if I've ever been, or if I ever will be. Plenty of shit has happened to me, but plenty of shit has happened to everyone so I shouldn't feel special. I just wish I didn't have a normal person's life. I wish I didn't have...
