May 2015
Sometimes I’m so upset
I feel like laughing.
I don’t know why
But the pain inside
Somehow amuses me.
And when I’m sitting in class
And I feel tears sting
The backs of my eyes
But I don’t know why.
Why are my emotions so twisted?
There’s nothing to smile about,
Yet I find myself smiling.
A lonely existence,
With a laughing smile
And crying eyes.
I don’t know how
My existence has become
So twisted.
I feel like laughing.
I don’t know why
But the pain inside
Somehow amuses me.
And when I’m sitting in class
And I feel tears sting
The backs of my eyes
But I don’t know why.
Why are my emotions so twisted?
There’s nothing to smile about,
Yet I find myself smiling.
A lonely existence,
With a laughing smile
And crying eyes.
I don’t know how
My existence has become
So twisted.
Sometimes when people insult me, I laugh. Maybe because, half the time the argument is so ridiculous I can't help but laugh. But sometimes I guess that how you get through life. Though your insides are crying out in the pain of emotion, your outside has a defiant smile, like, "Hit me with your best shot."
