“I’ve got no time
To sit around and wipe away tears”
“Get a hold of yourself”
“Stop feeling sad”
“Everyone has issues
Yours aren’t even that bad.”
Can I cry?
Can I scream?
No, wait!
Happy and joyful I must always seem
For my tears ain’t gold
And my voice ain’t silver
My arms stretched wide
But none to hold.
I see them hustle
From the morning hour to that of night
I cringe a little, then I cringe some more
And then I hear a voice – “Aren’t they right?”
So, it’s time to leave,
And wave my last goodbye
And alas! It’s time to breathe
For one last time!
About the Author:
The author is student of Clinical Psychology
