Why can most people be happy or atleast content. I guess I cant be neither. You know I try to think on the bright side,but thats pretty hard to do when someone's always trying to bring you down. I know not on purpose or maybe on purpose. If you knew me you wouldn't think im sad all the time. Fake a smile force a laugh. No one can know ur upset, what would they think. Inside I am broken. I'm trying to mend myself back together. Every strain in my body is telling me to give up and I'm trying to put it on mute. But some how it always seems to creep back up. And my life seems to be a never ending disappointment.
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PoetryWell welcome to my perspective on life. Most of the time anyway. Well almost all the time. So read, don't read. At the end of the day it's your life. Not mine.
