I read a sad comic today.
I’d seen it before.
I’d read it before.
It made me cry.
I knew it would.
It always does.
But I wanted to be sad.
I feel better when I’m sad.
I don’t want to be happy.
Happy doesn’t last.
Happy gets nothing.
Happy isn’t honest.
I don’t want to be scared.
Fear freezes you.
Fear controls you.
Fear likes to lie.
I don’t want to be angry.
Anger is quick.
Anger is hot.
Anger makes mistakes.
I don’t mind being said.
Sad is honest.
Sad is truthful.
Sad doesn’t make mistakes.
Does it?