Your house isn’t the problem.
You are.
Story Time
You don’t
laugh much
do youHe
saidI’ve hardly
ever seen
you smilePerhaps
you might
understandShe
saidIf you
sit with
me awhile
Sick Of It All
I feel
so small
my skin
crawls
with the
itch of a
thousand
years
eyes
bawl
from the
pain
while
all the
time you
laugh
from
behind
the wall
ready to
hurl
your
next
curveball
my way
For You
I’ll smile today, for you.
But I won’t mean it.
I’ll laugh today, for you.
But I won’t feel it.
I’ll fake it every day, for you.
But you’ll never know it.
Success
Live, laugh, love
Comes the wisdom from above
Stop, sob, spite
Is what gets me through the night