Sadness

No one will tell me

How to fix these things

They just try to sell me

many pretty dreams

 

"You'll be happy when you're older."

Hah, what a laugh

"Just smile when it gets colder."

Tell me, are you daft?

 

I want an answer

Something true

Not another stammer

And an odd thing to do

 

Could you tell me?

Or am I trapped?

When will I see?

Is the time really mapped?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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