The Frown

“All I ever wanted was to offer happiness—

I just never thought it’d be at the expense of my own.”

My smile.

My fake fucking smiles

hiding the blight

while darkness

overshadows light.

Haunting echoes of laughter

spinning off fan blades

and hypnotizing me into nightmares—

Only then do I fall asleep.

I leave the paint on

so, I can sell this bullshit to the mirror

in the morning.

So, I can start my day with lies

and end my day with…

…pointless puddles of pity

no one cares to see—

No one would pay to see.

I paint the floor with tears.

Pollack splattered upon my feet.

I melt like Dali into the floor,

while the stranger in the glass

wonders what his name is

because no one ever asks his real name,

and he’s already forgotten it anyways.

He is just a clown for hire

who puts on a Happy Face for a discount.