Being real is scary
Because I am scary
And it’s scary to scare someone else
With just real me
Because truth strikes fear
Into the ignorant
And I am still ignorant
Of many things.

A poem every day
Keeps the doctor away.
Not really.
I wish.
I would live forever.

Smiles are my glory,
Smiles are my friend.
But only when they’re real,
Real real real smiles.
But not when they hurt,
Forced to grin wide.
Happiness should not be forced.
It can’t be forced.

Smile.
Smile real.
Please.

If you can find a doorway,
I beg you to go through.
Even if you don’t see one,
I know you will later.
If the doorway is too small,
Or the hinges are rusted and stuck,
Carve your own door in the wood,
Walk through with child-like wonder.
If all the doors are locked,
And you’ve lost your carving knife,
Climb over the wall,
Don’t sit and wallow in your strife.

Success can’t be achieved
I refuse to accept that
Giving up isn’t the answer
Every day it’s proved to me:
Happiness doesn’t truly remain
It’s a complete deceit that
I always have a choice
The reality is
I can’t get out of this hole I dug
I am by no means persuaded
“The sun rises after night.”
Or
“You must always keep trying.”
I really must declare
“Night never leaves.”
Since it is impossible
I could escape my pain.

Can I depend on you?
Do you think so too?
Can I let you in?
Can I trust in you?

I am comfortable with you.
Should I be?

My sadness makes your day not that great?
I’m sorry.
Not really.
I don’t think I should.
Or maybe I should?
Am I selfish?
You tell me I am.
Are you right?