Science says that a person who is sad will laugh much more than the average person.
This is true.
I laugh at the tiniest of things.
I laugh at things that offend me, and I laugh at things that are not meant to be funny.
Sometimes people give me weird looks, as if they, too, hear the hollowness in my laughter.
I want to tell them, "I know. It is loud and obnoxious and fake, but to this day, I have found no better way to cope with my sadness."
They say that laughter is the best medicine,
But I would disagree.
Laughter is not medicine.
Laughter is a mask. I've learned to wear it so well, it's practically molded into my skin by now.
Because, I lied when I said that there is no better coping method than laughter.
It is not coping, it is just...hiding.
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Beneath the Wave
PoetryA collection of poems I write, mostly about my mental health. Disclaimer: Some poems are very dark. They discuss my trials and feelings about my mental health issues and my battle against sickness. Poetry has always been an outlet for all of the dar...
