my perspective on life
is optimistic, blissful.
while i try,
i really do,
to look on the bright side
where the sun shines.
however, obstacles
never rest
and make life bliss,
with a side of misfortune.

Do not cry,
child,
for someone
who will not cry rivers,
lakes,
oceans
for you.

The struggle
of having someone
love you one moment, and the next
they cut your heartstrings
and leave you to die.

The perfect little neighborhood,
homes full of lies,
they hide behind the polished door
and under their smile hides hideous cries.

The perfect little homes
to show to the people's eyes
while on the inside there's centipedes,
not lively butterflies.

I hung lanterns,
I hung lights
to give the monsters
under my bed
quite a fright.

Alas, the lights didn't work,
it was all in vain,
for the monsters
live not under my bed,
but in my brain.

She cries for her children.
she sheds the tears
they bury deep inside;
she charges into battle
with a tear streaked face
to protect her bairn;
a mother's tears
may never be seen
but it does not mean
they do not exist.