Negatively Me

Good for you, not for me
I hate the concept of positive 
psychology.

Walk and talk, wander off,

Searching for what seems to

have no meaning.

Looked at you, glare at me,

we both bit our lips and cried

so sadly.

Rain and shine, I'm not fine,

Nothing ever changes from this

everyday life.

Dead inside, dead beat eyes,

Will I ever find the silence of

serenity?

Played a song, a gentle song,

that only calls out the ghost

that always haunt me.

No more reasons, less a word,

I've lose myself in this hopeless

tragedy.

Break a leg, literally....
I mock the world, then mocks
back at me.

I fake a laugh, I got no smile,
all what's left is my empty space
called reality.

Stare at you, stare at me...
Would you entertain me, probably?