Earbuds
It's an earbuds type of day.
You can tell because
My music is loud
and I don't speak.
Do you know what that means?
It means I don't feel good,
that I don't want to be here,
That I'm tired.
Not many understand,
But I guess people notice
because my grimace is large.
I really do like being happy;
It's just hard when life descends
and offers me earbuds.
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