sometimes i get tired of trying to be good
and i just don't have it in me to be nice
and every once in awhile,
i simply hate the world.
it is on these mornings
that i sit down at my desk
and cut a smiley face out of red paper
and glue it to my face.
and these are the times
i am the nicest.
these are the times i say kind words.
but this is also when
my spirit has been quenched.
i know you'll never understand
and yet you whisper
"i'll always be your friend."
but if you truly want to know-
whom i hate and whom i love.
if you really want to know
when i'm happy
and when i'm sad-
look closely in my eyes
and you will find my heart.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment