The Boy That Murdered Love

I’m so tired of me, tired of you.

Reality sucks, I know I do, too.
I’d hoped that one day this would all go away,
but I can’t seem to change, I don’t think it’s okay.
My outlook holds me back, my attitude impedes.
I try to plant smiles and goals and hope, among other seeds.
They don’t seem to flourish, they don’t seem to grow.
I’ve always been like this, I try to put on a show.
I must be a better actress than I’d ever have guessed.
I can be positive and charming and merry, with the best.
But I’m an onion, with so many layers and skins.
Below the facade is is a frown, a hundred sins.
You reap what you sow, happiness comes with age.
I’m waiting for this to fade, but I can’t turn the page.
Redundant cycles, uphill battles and internal strife.
I can’t seem to find friends and I’d be a terrible wife.
Alone and unhappy is what my fortune cookie reads.
The moroseness has roots and grows as quickly as weeds.
Apples and oranges are one in the same to me.
Just like disappointment and life go together, you see.
Freedom from negativity, Tears that don’t come.
I dream of this day, when my sadness is done.
It will come from within they say, it’s all up to me.
I don’t think it’s possible, says my victim mentality.
Dreams of giving up spray my mind, and stick like glue.
Only one reason to stay, all because of you.
I hope I can teach you to overcome and to prosper; I smile at the thought of you.
You deserve so much more than this, I wish I wasn’t always so down and so blue.
Thank you for the lone smile that graced my face today.
May you be blessed, and nothing but love, come your way.

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