No one wants to hear about it.
People only love you when you’re happy,
So stuff it away and put on a smile.
Do your job and don’t think about it.
Don’t acknowledge it.
Don’t write about it.
If you admit to it,
People will think there’s something wrong with you.
Your parents will think there’s something wrong with you.
And your friends won’t know what to think of you,
Because you used to be, “so happy.”
You used to be “fun,”
You’ve been smiling a lot less,
And it’s really bringing down the vibe.
Maybe you should talk to a therapist,
Because it’s their job to listen,
And everything you’ve been writing is a little depressing,
So could you stop?
It’s making your parents uncomfortable.
The least you could do is,
So people think you’re okay,
So you can do your job, and
So you don’t ruin anyone else's day.
So you seem approachable.
So your friends are comfortable.
Just ******* smile.
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