It’s a simple catastrophe, laughing when you’re too tired to cry.
All the mania, an extra terrestrial invading your mind.
We’re a simple chaotic wonder, a smiling broken China doll set, neatly packaged.
We smile still as our worlds are torn apart.
It’s what is expected of us, afterall.
Smile.
Stay happy.
I’m a single catastrophe, in a crowd of familiar alien cause and effect chains, laughing because we’re too tired for crying.
After all, happy/sad.
I suppose we’re meant to coexist together as both.
It’s what’s expected of us.
We’re expected to have two faces, secrets.
Aren’t we?
*About the poem:
I wrote this based on basic conversations. When typically greeted, you’re asked, “how are you?” You typically respond what’s expected of you, “I’m good.” In our fast paced society, there’s hardly time to stop and talk idly, let alone get deep. We’re just expected to rush along and push our emotions aside and sometimes that’s rough. I’m very fortunate these days to be in a supportive workplace. It took time for me to get comfortable in this sense but was well worth it. My advice to anyone who may feel that they can’t talk to anyone when feeling low is to just do it anyway. It gets easier to talk after doing it a few times and you never know if someone you’re talking with is going through something similar. 🙂 If starting with a family member is easier or a friend, do that. Do not keep things in though. You deserve to be happy and at peace. You guys are all awesome. Keep inspiring! Love, Brittny ^-^
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