I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral.
I cried over a cartoon I watched last week.

The news of a car accident on the tv does not weigh down on my chest.
My heart aches over books.

I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral.
I teared up while talking to my friend about my homework.

I don't find humor in movies I've already seen before.
I laugh at poorly worded puns and clumsy mistakes.

I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral.
My heart was broken by the ending of a movie I bought on a whim.

I can't feel the emotion in lyrics or relate to them at all.
The sound of a cello can shorten my breath.

I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral.
When I had a bad audition I cried to my dad in the car.

My happiness does not lie in laughter or jokes,
But in dancing in my basement or in my kitchen when nobody's home.

I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral.
I was ruined by a song I heard for the first time at 3 am on a Tuesday.

I feel freedom not in staying out too late or defying my parents,
But rather looking at pictures of places I'll go someday.

I did not cry at my grandmother's funeral.