78.) sad for me

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They ask "what's wrong? You seem sad,"
"Tell me who it was that
made you mad."
And the others don't speak to me anymore,
because they think that they've left me sore.
And they have but not in the way that they think.
I'm so tired of craving that one shade of pink.

If I seem sad
it's because I am.
If I can't get bad
It's because I'm dead to them.

No-one seems to care about me anymore.
If only they knew who I am when I'm behind my closed door.
Because I'm always outshined by a star or light,
and I'm always blind to someone else's might.
And even when I cry, my tears aren't enough,
to reverse the pain this world has caused me, so rough.

So if you find my resting face rather melancholy,
maybe you should reevaluate the state of misery.
If you always expect me to look jovial and jolly,
maybe you should open your eyes to acrimony.

Don't want to be young and sad
but sometimes that's exactly what I am.
Wish I could be red-hot mad
to show them what their apathy does to them.

I was destined to be sad
so don't be mad
at the stars for the fate
they form in the sky.
And I'm actually glad
and it isn't bad
that I feel every emotion late
or on time and that I can laugh and cry.

Don't be sad for me,
I'll be fine, really.
I'm only
being me,
we'll all get better one day,
eventually.
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