I tell myself to write of happy things.
No one wants to hear your sadness, I say.
Shove it down where no one can see,
and write of sunshine and flowers and love.
If you write like you're happy,
maybe you will be.
But you write what you know.
No one will hear my happiness,
if it is a false whisper.
No matter how much I write
of gleaming smiles and hearts soaring
Not a soul will believe my optimistic lie.
They can see the desperation behind my joyous words.
They can feel me beg for them to be true.
Maybe no one wants to hear my sadness,
but they want even less to hear a lie.
YOU ARE READING
mindful rambling
Poetry"I am the damsel in distress, and words, my knight in shining armor" this is a wreck but so am i plz read it
