Bruised

It tasted like disappointment to me.

I feel like I’m bruising
Just a little
Not like it hurts.

I think I might have
Sinned in another life
I feel like I get what I deserve.

I hear them singing happiness
I hear myself singing happiness
I feel my heart slow just a
Little inside

I hold my own hand and watch
The fire in my eyes die.

My eyes grow a bit moist
But I’ve gotten all that I can.
I hear the voices singing,
‘Good job!’ and I think I
feel my heart skip just one beat.

The people all smile and the people
All laugh as they dance to a tune
Called ‘happiness.’
I join in for a second or two,
But nobody ever noticed.

I think maybe it feels like
A glass with a crack in its side.
I think maybe it feels a little
Like how it feels to die.

And everybody didn’t notice that I
Slipped away and danced to my own tune

Misery

And nobody noticed that I dropped
A tear on the nice clean floors.

I think that when I heard them celebrate
My heart; it bruised on the inside.

Just a little.