Camelot

Camelot

Monday, June 20, 2011

Questions I Ask Myself

Why is it so hard for me
To show real emotion?
Am I as they say
Cold and brittle like ice?
Or is it something else
Something I just can’t see?
I am constantly asked if there is anything wrong
And for the life of me
I don’t know how to answer
Because in my head I’m humming a song
Is it my face?
Is it always frowning?
Am I not smiling enough?
My smiles are genuine
That I know
If I wasn’t happy
I think it would show
Maybe I’m quirky
And hard to read?
Most of the time I feel quite perky
So I don’t know
Why people always tell me
To tell them how I really am
When deep inside me
I’m as happy as a clam.