tired

I'm unhappy.

People said put a smile on, fight the day, and you survive.

I said put a smile on, tears inside, sleep the night, wipe your tears, then smile again for another day.

Dreams are too far to reach. 

The more you expect, the more you lost.

I should be contented.

But, seriously I'm tired.

Convincing myself, eventually the pain will go away, the shock will wear off.

And then you start to heal yourself, to recover from something you never saw coming.

People change? You changed? Or they don't?

I cling to my own imagination, seeing things at the bright side, or at my own view.

I insisted in believing the pretty side, seeing the cup as half-filled and not half-emptied.

I am a girl in case you forget.