"*Why are you always
so down?*”
They inquired
And they persisted.
I sighed.
"*I have always been
like this.
Why change now?*”
They gaped at me
Bewildered
“Isn’t it a choice?”
I smiled a faltering smile
An old wary smile
That is tiresome
And lonely
Cruel and bitter
Unyielding;
Stubborn.
"*It is, and I choose it
to be this.*”
They turned to leave
"Because I can’t afford to be happy.”
Silent whispers do not
matter.
Aug 9, 2013
Aug 9, 2013 at 8:00 AM UTC
"*Why are you always
so down?*”
They inquired
And they persisted.
I sighed.
"*I have always been
like this.
Why change now?*”
They gaped at me
Bewildered
“Isn’t it a choice?”
I smiled a faltering smile
An old wary smile
That is tiresome
And lonely
Cruel and bitter
Unyielding;
Stubborn.
"*It is, and I choose it
to be this.*”
They turned to leave
"Because I can’t afford to be happy.”
Silent whispers do not
matter.
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