I grew up under the notion that happiness was for everyone but me. Sadness was a permanent emotion served on a cold platter. Stuck on the cross roads. Whilst the tears match forward. Armed and ready to cause a riot.
Cheeks so torn there’s no saving this land.
Heart on the last life line. Explain to me. Why me?
I try welcoming happiness with two open arms but why does it reject me? My soul on the tip of the tongue. Pleading for better days. I blink so often. So it may hide the color of my pupils. I just want to blend in. Smile for the rest of the world. Whilst my island falls apart. Perhaps it’s meant to be.