Paint Me Flawless

8.

Not really a poem but... fuck you?

Quit telling me to look on the brightside.

I can't see one.

That one you just pointed out?

Pssh. Lies. That's the slightly less dismal side.

Just shut up and get out of my head.

If I want to be happy, I'll be happy.

I'd like to mellow in my misery for a while.

Call it masochism if you want, 

but that's the way it is with me.

So what if it doesn't have to be this way?

Maybe there's a time to just be sad or angry.

Maybe there's nothing wrong with that.

It's not like I'm forcing you to join in.