Smile,

and be happy for them,

forget that tight clench

that works in your chest.

Why

is one’s happiness

at the expense of another?

Strange fait

that makes you wonder,

how is it worth this?

Wake up once,

scream,

fuck it all…

can’t find the worth,

when you’re always paying.

Unrequited, unwanted, unknown;

rejection sets in, settles around,

like an old, comfortable blanket.

Cry,

though no one cares,

and no one truly listens.

The sad tale,

written up in verse

and slathered in other wasted arts.

Laugh,

at how insane it is, it makes you

always breaks you.

Pink hearts and red roses?

No, always a personal slight,

a broken and missed right;

maybe it’s the colour green.

Wake up again,

alone…

But the beautiful people,

the ones all shiny and new now,

they smile,

and they mean it.

A secret,

they don’t share,

selfish proof.

Taunt, tease, torture;

pain creeps in, covers

in that think smog.

And it’s all

in the pretty little love songs,

isn’t it?

Not the ones I hear.