3 November 2013
I’m looking for the happy side.
It’s hard to avoid a negative life.
So easily I could fall into that trap,
With chronic pain – I’d never snap back.
Complaining just rubs me wrong,
I can’t hang around it very long.
That sourness might leak into me,
Then I might smear it onto somebody.
We’d all be crabby rolled up in one.
Enjoying our misery – oh – that is fun.
I’d rather laugh and smile it’s true,
And get blamed for stuff I didn’t do.
I can barely control my own attitude….
The only thing I restrain without dispute.
I tried controlling other parts of me,
But the duct tape left my skin sticky.