The heart is pierced once more
My face embodies sadness covered by blankness and a fake excuse of tiredness.
College really taught me one thing
Standing despite being knocked down numerous times
I don’t know how I still smile or more so – laugh
And they say ‘I’m a pessimist’ – How can’t I be?
With hopes and dreams broken so often – Here I still stand
With only myself to mend the broken dreams
To gather the pieces safely without bruising – Here I am
Seemingly put together
Fearless, neat, smiling with a burden I take to bed
And romance over till I feel satisfied
All is fine, right? Or it’ll be – they keep telling me
‘Who?’ Those who claim have been there
Lived it and associate it with a phase that’ll pass
‘When?’ When I ask – soon
A ‘soon’ that’s without a timeline
‘Oh’ I get it but the bitterness on-goes
Expect the better – I do so
Keep going – I go, run even
Fall, bleed but keep hopping with a broken knee
While appearing to all as if skating so effortlessly
With a consuming smile
All is fine, right? Or it’ll be – I keep hearing
And keep hopping with that camera ready exhausting smile
‘Why’re you always such a pessimist?’ – How can’t I be?
With so much broken, lost, and mended so poorly – How can’t I be?
By Daniella D