Smile

I'm confused, you know.
You don't know, though
because when I cry in the inside
I smile on the outside
for you.

You said things would get better
and you. and you too.
all of you.
Years pass and I keep hoping the same and
every time life pulls me down I think
"I'm going to make some lemonade
because I have an awful lot of lemons"

And every time I try 
to do so. I stop and I smile and
I say to myself tomorrow, tomorrow's 
always a better day.
Until the day where tomorrow grew worse.

You told me I was just negative
I had a privileged life and I believed you
until I saw.. everyone else's lives and
though to myself
why me?
why can't I be normal
like all of them.

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I don't write poetry but I didn't think a long ugly paragraph would suffice.
so what gives.
enjoy.

Anyway, it's funny how when you're under emotional stress you seem to draw the best.
I uh. like my shading on this
I'm probably going to continue it
yeaa c:

Some things (like a lot) could be improved but I'm tired so yea gonna sleep.

k enjoy!