Grey smothering static
Someone must have pushed pause
On my emotion remote
The bedsheets are my comfort
The tattered yet loved bear
Seems to be my only friend
Firm yet gentle grip
Leaving small red imprints
Leads me to soft couches
Leads me to ****** in the crook of my elbow
Leads me to holding an orange bottle
I never liked the color orange
Two little blue pills
”Check for improvement” they said
Oh I see improvement
It is easier to be happy
It is easier to smile
It is easier to laugh
And it is easier to cry
But it also makes it easier to fake it all.