Show me

Show me

Show me a smile. I know you’re uncomfortable with me hovering over your small form. I would feel better if you just showed me a smile.

I demand it.

Show me a smile. Your frown frightens me because it shows that you are capable of other emotion. Make ME happy by showing me a smile

I want it.

Show me a smile. Suppress your emotions by taping a bandaid on your feelings in order to make me happy. Appreciate me by showing me a smile.

I would appreciate it.

Show me a smile. I know you’re hurt but I don’t want to hear your issues. The world is dark enough without you contributing to it. Make MY day brighter by showing me a smile.

Thank me.


Show me emotion. Scream with laughter and cry with pain. It would make you feel better if you showed emotion.

You should demand it of yourself.

Show me emotion. Unleash your thoughts and frighten those with your freedom you are capable of so much more. Make yourself happy by showing emotion.

You should want it for yourself

Show me emotion. Dive into your emotion headfirst. Release your demons and control them. Appreciate yourself by not letting your emotions control you.

You will appreciate yourself for it.

Show me emotion. I know you’re hurt, but closing your eyes will not make it go away. Conquer what ails you. Make your day brighter by showing emotion.

Thank yourself.


Peacefully coping

Chaos, heartache, tears streaming, grown men screaming. The world is whirling and there’s nothing that anyone can do to stop the feelings. We try to sink into oblivion to comprehend our existence.  To escape. But when our poison releases us from its shackles., we realize that our demons are still tormenting us. There’s no escape.

Or so it seems.

We try to scream, but society tells us to hush. We try to run only to realize that we have been chained. We discover the word “cope” but that’s just a word that society has created to truly mean suffer in silence and not bother anyone. We bellow the words “why me” and there are answers.

But not from the one voice we want to hear it from.

That voice has departed. Their spirit is still here but it’s not the same. We cope as best we can, but can’t remember how the word “happy” once felt like.
Finally we rediscover the word happy. We jump for joy. We leap with delight. We’ve stumbled across something with meaning and we hold on for dear life. We’re no longer coping. We’re now living. Living with what has befallen us, and living for what’s to come. We’ve been shot in the heart but now the wound has healed as best as it could and we’re okay with that. We’re finally happy. We’ve found our peace.