I feel this way all. the. time.
I feel the need to smile, be cheerful, GET THINGS DONE.
Be productive, be a good mother, be a good person.
Go through life with a smile that means
I OWN the pink hair I wear.
Who ever heard of a sad person with pink hair?
Yet I am very alone.
I have my son and my husband.
I have sweet comments on my blog.
But I'm really lonesome.
I write this because I can't be the only one
who wears a mask
and feels sick with silent tears.
I can't be the only one who works at life,
marking off one experience at a time,
then realizing, I'm doing it wrong.
Wrong to some, that is.
Be my friend, my family.
But let me live, and if you see sadness,
Why is she sad?
Does she need my hug?
A minute of understanding?
don't eat the apple.