Trauma

[masa]

A happy face today, a sad face today
A weak self yesterday, maybe a strong self tomorrow
Who do you show them to? Who can I show them to?

Time is sometimes so cruel
But the present is made by the cruelty

I seek companionship, because the momentary feeling released
Excels the fear to come before long

I've not even noticed a flower swaying at my feet
Passed them by, and I can't face a mirror

A happy face today, a sad face today
The wound healed yesterday, the wound opened deeply today
Who do you show them to? Who can I show them to?

The sanity and insanity given to me alone
Both exists, I negate neither

Futile things, overflowed things and useless things
I choose them without hesitation so that I can be myself

I have always decided the standard of happiness by my own measure

A happy face today, a sad face today
If the wound healed yesterday has opened today
Who can you show it to? I want to show it to the person




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Edited by AHS Staff
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