Here We Go Again

It’s starting to sink in,

that deep, terribly cold,

empty feeling.

 

Bright red all over;

The sting of a bee.

When did I ask for this?

 

Shame comes with the pain.

Plaster that smile on,

and head out the door.

 

It’s hard to ignore;

Won’t stop knawing at you…

but remember keep smiling.

 

 

 

They won’t tell the difference.