Face Reality
How many times do we have to listen to "it'll get better" and "one day." Why is that day never this day? It seems like when it arrives, I am never aware of it. Or it comes for someone other than me. Isn't life supposed to level out? Isn't life supposed to settle, like the dirt at the bottom of the river? Certainly, that's how I feel. Dirt at the bottom of the river. It's those lies that people tell us. "It'll all get better." Like how we're supposed to smile until we feel like smiling. Why should we have smiles? Why are they a requirement for making it through the day? If we feel lousy, should we be allowed the opportunity to share that emotion through out facial expressions? Where did this quirk of culture come from, that we should express feelings we don't feel? It lights a fire in me. A rage. People saying how we are to feel. Emotion without cause, burning us alive, from the outside in. These smiles we