life,
a bed of roses
without the thorns—
high,
high on happiness
for so long.
smile,
smile with glee
sing a happy song—
cry,
cry tears of joy
laughing maniacally—
like you’re really happy.
quoth the powers that be, go through life
hyperventilating with ecstasy, so they won’t
ever have to do anything
to help us—
lie, cheat, steal, whatever it takes
to uphold the plastic façade on our faces
so that even with our last breaths
somewhere, far away,
we will be unashamedly, falsely
positive.
I've to be positive.
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