|Young. Wild. Reckless.|
Forced Happiness is SadnessThey tell me to smile, but how can I?Forced Happiness is Sadness by Peghan
How can I smile with your voice continually in my head? How can I live when you engulf me in darkness? Life isn't for forced happiness, it's for weeping and crying and feeling genuine emotion. So please, don't hold a knife to my throat during unknown times and make me 'grin and bear it'. I don't want to feel that cold metal biting into the soft flesh of my neck. I have no desire to have foreign sentiments injected into my heart.
Why do you force me to wear such startlingly bright clothes, when all I want to do is spin in green fields wearing black satin? No one should be made to disguise their sadness with colour, because the soul simply refuses to work like that. It knows what it wants so, if it wants to cry tears of nacreous silver, let it. Let yourself cry, don't make yourself laugh, trust me. It's easier.