I Always Ask Myself. :A poem by littlejoe.

Am I smiling? Take a good look,
do the tears taste like tears of joy?

Are you happy with the mess I am? Is superiority,
so important? That you laugh inside...

...hurts more than you can know. One of these days,
the fickle finger of fate is going to fuck you too.

Just look deeper into the shell of a soul,
you'll see my reflection smiling back at you.

It wants to be happy.
It would like to breathe.
Why do you keep it trapped like an untrustworthy animal?

My answers are never forthcoming, the answers
always just out of reach.

Life, or something resembling it, has happened to me...
...and I never did respond.