She's always smiling,
And is almost never down.
But then things tip too far,
And it makes her frown.
She may be smiling,
But she might sad.
She'll be feeling like crying,
And it makes me feel bad.
I feel like she's bottled up,
That she can't be...true.
So to this friend,
And I bet you know who,
If you're not happy
Please tell me why,
And remember it's okay
To sit and cry.
YOU ARE READING
The song of the unfortunates
PuisiA collection of poems about lots of different matters.