Aching

Smile, go on
Force it. A laugh here
A tease there.
Now don't you look happy?

A sick approximation.
A terrible flaw.
I know things
You're not happy
Are you?

Smiles in the lips,
tears in the eyes.
Bruises hidden
beneath.
Keep pretending

Act like you have
no clue.
Live it up, you're
loved. But you have
your boundaries,
right?

Fill your head with
air, no room lefrt
to think of
those bruises.
None at all.

---This is a poem I wrote just last night. No, not about me of course. But do you ever find yourself sinking? Falling down further and further, but all you need is a tug out? Sometimes you have to tug yourself out. Not too easy.
School has got me down. I have so much homework, it seems to all be crashing around me. For some reason, I always imagine a wall of my books and homework, just falling on me, and I can't move out of the way.... but all I really need is some down time. Read a book, write a poem. A happy one, perhaps? We shall see.
Life can only get better from here, right?