Fake Smiles

It’s ok…

I am happy

They told me happiness can be found anywhere:

Family

Friends

Money

Power

Food

Is that all there is?

What if I have none of that in my grasp

How do you sweeten a bitter heart?

There are so many questions

And each time the answers build up

And when one is answered there in the next step

Lies another waiting for me

I keep feeling these immense amount of hatred

And it too builds

Builds

Like an explosion

No

No.

I’m fine, happy to be here

Happy to be of service to ya!

After I am used…

I will gather my flimsy garbs

Take my meager pay

And go back to the trusty corner

Taking on another woman’s man

Satisfying the carnal need

Refusing to taint their innocent brides

Instead contaminating me

Their white fluids might look pure

And they fill me up till it spills from my insides

I must be grateful to be used

Fake smiles

I’m happy to be of service

_PasopNegra_