Bittersweet Joy

I love my hysteria, my bitterness

is an unsolved mystery that will

probably be history. I love my

bittersweet joy because it is as strong

as a boy creating a bonfire inside

of me. Prideful, I will never fall down

before you and give you my crown.

You may frown and claim me to be a clown

but I will never drown myself in a river of

tears for your sake. I wish you would open

your eyes to acknowledge my self destructive

behavior.