The Dilemma

When your heart breaks what do you do? Do you patch it with band aids or use super glue? When you feel all alone and you stand in a crowd. Do you shout to be heard do you holler out loud? When you feel blue, what color are you? I look at myself I’m clear thru and thru. When sadness ends, Is that where heartache begins? If you’re melancholy, Does that mean you’re not jolly? What about anger is that a bad thing? I‘d certainly try it if relief it would bring. Maybe it’s confusion this pain that I feel. Maybe I just lost it could that be the deal? Whatever it is I know what to do. I’ll give this problem to God and blame it on you.