Its funny how I found a phrase that screams
It sets my soul on fire, how it burns!
It never relents, not even in dreams.
When it rears its head, how my mind churns.
I cry looking for relief, its not there.
I ask for a hug, a smile, anything
Look at me! They cry, how it is unfair
How they laugh, thier swords on my heart, do sting.
Thier cup is half-empty, mine is most full.
Everyday theirs loses another drop,
Mine, I shine, for it never will be dull,
And I laugh for everyday they do mop.
My saving line you see is the phrase 'hope,'
If you laugh, your mouth I'll wash out with soap.
In the future, my guidance you will seek.
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