Story Time

You don’t
laugh much
do you

He
said

I’ve hardly
ever seen
you smile

Perhaps
you might
understand

She
said

If 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.