GH (5/15/90 / savannah, ga)

Little Miss Positive

She’s Little Miss Positive
All her feelings locked up tight
It seems no matter how hard you try
She turns around and manages to hide

You’ll never catch her cry,
She’s to good for that
When her face falls and you ask her why
She’ll feed you some bullshit happy lie

There’s only one way to tell
When Little Miss Positive is not well
There’s a certain glint in her eye
That will be missing at the time

Her emotions can be eroding inside of her
And you would never know it
The face she puts on for the public
Is the practiced result of her skill

You can never tell what’s going on
In Little Miss Positive’s mind
You simply have to read through
Her happy bullshited lie

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Comments (2)

LIKE WOW! that is almost scary! I think we may have met somewhere as that poem depicts me when I'm sad. But it still depicts a person who's sad but will never let anyone know. Greated work, Keep writiong, hugs and smiles, Rissa: -)
This poem has potential, but really needs tightening up a little Hardcore! The sentiment is something we all are guilty of. The mask! 9 from, karma camellien Tai