Hidden Melancholy

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.