They say I laugh all the time,
They say my smile is like the sunshine.
But now I’m writing a rhyme,
About how nothing in my life is fine.
Crying has become my lullaby,
The tears gush out seeking release,
Holding a blue pillow close-by,
Nothing could put my mind at ease.
Frozen, my limbs might feel,
But I still dance to the jolliest tunes.
I cannot enjoy a single meal,
But I still eat while watching cartoons.
I’m a bit too melodramatic,
And I’m feeling a bit too melancholic.
A gloomy backdrop thematic,
Turning me into a sorrowful alcoholic.