Doubt

Doubts. Do people come to you and say, Are you sure that life was that way? Is it possible that your memory is wrong, Allowing you to sing this mournful song? No one really has lived like that they say, Surely life was better than this dismay. Have a think and you'll find it's true, Look at your life, there's a better you. You can't go on like this you know, Forget the past, just let it go. All your doing, hanging on to sadness, Is spoiling all your chances of gladness. I have listened to all this rhetoric, I think to myself do they think I am thick? Do they think I like being the way I am? Do they think I don't give a tinkers damn? You can chop a tree down and drag it away, But the deep buried roots are there to stay. On the surface all may look serene and calm, But underneath there's a lifetime of harm. Folk only want to see that smiling face, They'll run a mile if you grimace. Folk ask each day, how are you they say, Unless you say with a smile you are feeling okay, They quickly leave not wanting to spoil their day. Are they so perfect that they can make me doubt, No, they cannot see within, just the happy without. © Dave Timperley 24 July 2016