2002-05-05 - 12:09 a.m.
Do I have to be happy?
My smile forever stretched across a pleasant face,
beaming with warmth and joy?
I'm not the sun or a star,
burning with eternal brilliance.
I'm tired.
With time, every fire will burn itsself to embers,
and I can feel it burning now.
The flame is consuming me,
but when will I rest?
You look at me and see my lifeless eyes,
my fading spirit,
and still you dare to ask "What's wrong?"
"You look so sad," you say.
"Smile!"
But why should I smile when inside I'm crying?
I don't want to lie anymore.
I'm so tired...
