Not Everybody Is Happy
I like to cry,
I like to cry until my eyes are swollen like balloons
Ready to be popped and to explode with sadness,
I like the stream i call tears escaping from their prison,
Although they were innocent victims to begin with,
I like soaking my pillow with memories that are long gone,
Ones i will never get back.,
I like to cry.
My mother does not enjoy
To watch me sob over this wicked world
That seizes my happiness single-handedly,
She stares at my balloon eyes and my tear-washed face
And sighs:
"Not everybody is happy".
"But mother!
I see the girls at school!
Their smile invades their beautiful faces,
Their laughs spread joy like pixie dust as they echo in the hallways,
They have gorgeous boys hunting them,
Their eyes gleam like magical lakes of wisdom,
They have money spilling out from their gold-encrusted pockets"
"Not everybody is happy.
"These girls you see dear,
They are fighting the same battles as you,
No smile is going to scare away the rough week ahead,
No laugh can fix your head wounds, and i don't mean the ones on the outside,
No boy can erase the grey cloud that follows your every move,
No eyes can stare back at the emptiness that conquers your entire body,
No matter how many coins you have in that designer purse,
You could never fight the demons in your head with them."
"Not everybody dear, is happy"
Copyright © Libby Lj | Year Posted 2019
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