Sometimes I don't want to laugh
Sometimes I don't want to sing
It's not cause I'm a pessimist
I just don't like pretending
That everything's fine when it's not
That Mother hadn't passed away
That Daddy hasn't practically faded to grey
That I almost have zero friends
And still don't know where my life ends
That I don't know just what to do
Or even know who to turn to
Trapped in a whirlpool of mystery and strife
Anybody else would just say, "That's life!"
But not me
Never me
You'll never hear me say it, no-sir-ee!
So maybe I don't like to laugh!
So what if I don't like to sing?
It doesn't make me a pessimist
I just don't like pretending
A.H
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Krystal's Book Of Poems
PoetryJust some of my poems, written through ages ten to current. The first few ones are older and the most recent ones are new.
